there's no cure for being a cunt

omg i need to not cry now. I have work to do. These two girls i used to play with - my neighbors in Meghri - they found my mom on odnoklassniki and I looked through their pics and they got. so. big. And they’re gorgeous I can’t handle it. And they’ve lost everyone since I last saw them. Their dad - who was the most handsome charming man and took my brother and I into his house this one time because he bought this delicious watermelon and wanted us to eat it - died of a stroke in his 30s. And few years ago, their mother died of cancer, and their grandmother followed a few days later. The grandmother used to yell at me when I came to their house and played the piano because “it was too loud” but their mom (who was so nice and a mole above her lip) would tell the grandma to hush and let the child play. They’re still living in their apartment, which has the coziest balcony that looks toward the mountains beyond that wall that ran along side the uphill road. They have a picture on their site of them sitting on the stairs of our building on our floor and the stairs! They look more out of shape then they did back then. We used to sit on them and play cards and play other things. I practically spent my entire summer on those stairs, and half of my other summer on those stairs. My grandma always left the door open (no one closes doors there) and sitting on the stairs I could see her at the other end of the hallway in the kitchen walking to and from the fridge to the sink.