Sorrowing, Sighing, Bleeding, Dying

So, I have some interesting things to report.

I went to a wake on Monday night. It was actually my first time going to a wake since I was 8 and I went to my grandma's. I have to admit, I didn't like it at all. All the depressed people, the open casket showing the cancer victim, it's just not for me. I knew the dead woman's brother, and that is why I was there. I don't know why, but I started to cry myself. It wasn't as a courtesy to the mourners. The tears came very naturally. I'm very disturbed by death, especially when it happens so tragically. She was only 60. She should of had many more years to look forward to. But lung cancer is extremely deathly and once you get it, it's pretty much sayonara.

I gave blood today! It was very exciting and made me feel good about myself. After I was done, I passed out and I had to wait about 2 hours until they would let me leave. My dad was very angry at me for some reason. I honestly can't figure out why.