"Death gotta be easy cos life is hard"

My gran had serious surgery today, 6 hours she was in the theatre. She’s hooked up on drips, needles and god knows what else. They had to remove a cancer from her body, she had no choice before it became terminal. I’m trying to worry about it, instead all I can think about is how Sally called me naïve, and thinks of me as a little brother. I’m like one of those suckers on TV that won’t stop chasing something that is dead. My priorities are way off here, I’ve known my Gran all my life, and have so many great memories of her, yet I’m a million miles away in thought. How did things get this far?…

I said to Sally “I’m doing alrite” and she responded saying “if you say so”
What is she doing that is so great, at least I’m going to college to study something I actually want to study.
I’m not the only one who feels this way about Sally, I’ve seen the way a couple of other guys talk to her, the way they stare at her. There gone too…and one of them is married. It’s like the film there’s something about Mary, please let me be Ben Stiller! Without the penis trapping though.