Gone again...

You can probably guess what this is about...especially if you've talked to me recently. Yes, sadly, Michele is off to England again. It seems like she just got back and she has to go already. I don't know. Maybe it's just me. I've felt so out of it since my grandma's heart attack. Even with a calender and church to help me keep track of what day it is, everything is a blur. Is this normal? I felt like I haven't even seen my friends at church like, at all. Oh well. Michele will be gone Thursday, and I shall fall into a deep depression. Poo. Later days.