I’m pissed. I don’t know why. My grandpa was just admitted to the hospital. They think he had a heart attack or an SVT. That’s no reason to be mad. Worried maybe, but not mad. But I’m mad enough to hit things and throw things. And I hate hospitals. Everything is clean and white (which is bad enough) and yet it smells. (Which is also bad.) And they have sick people, and people cry in there, and I can’t stand crying people. It’s worse than almost anything else.
So now we gotta wait for my mom to call us to see how he is. ****! I hate waiting.