by Guest Sat Feb 11, 2012 2:44 pm
Mine is kinda soppy, but my Grandad was rushed to hospital, 2 days later on the Saturday he was apparently fine and coming home after the weekend. This came from his wife, his 2 daughters and my dad. Everything was 100% alright apparently. So I didn't visit the hospital because they are generally shit. On the Monday afternoon he died.
Pretty much the worst night of my life, in terms of feeling shit, thinking everyone hated me for not visiting, thinking I was selfish etc.
I could have put the night 3 kids from school beat me up in the middle of nowhere but i'm kinda proud of that because I got up and walked half an hour home with cracked ribs and a bunch of marks on my face (which ri'm adamant was made by the pavement when I was knocked over)
Yeah I got bullied for all of primary school and up until half way through year 9. deal wit it