The thought of saying goodbye to someone in a hospital bed and knowing that I’ll never be able to talk to them or see them again really friggen upsets me.
I’ve sat and thought about this, but not necessarily not pleasing people that bothers me or me not thinking im good enough. It’s the fear of getting in trouble. I’m terrified of breaking rules and the consequences it will bring.
Today I brought everyone breakfast. I said to gave their money ready for when I get home. Two of the three had their money. The other sister did not. I had also brought her dinner last night. I told her to have her money ready by Anzac day. Which she said she will. I told her if not, shes gonna pay somehow.
I got my brazillian wax again today. Like seriously recommend it its gets smoother each time. And got my eyebrows did and redyed my hair redder. Today is a hairy day for a crappy week.