twelve; What do you tell an eight year old?

I asked Breanna if she'd like to talk to grandma because she'd love to say goodnight.

She was crying, saying she missed dad.

What do i say? "Do you think you can talk to her, she'd love to talk to you"

she shook her head.
FUCKING BAD SISTER, am i.

i came downstairs to continue talking to grandma, who was suppose to hang up like a half hour prior. AT LEAST

i should be up there with her. Ugh.

Some guy came and threatened Petite, asshat.
he pissed me off soo much!
i mean he's a stupid fucking ass
grahhhh

Going to the lake tomorrow, i'm pretty sure.

Wayne's son is here, Kaylin (how ever it's spelled), weird guy.