this may sound or seem stupid, but I hate what happened. my grandmothers laptop got corrupted, not from a virus, but from an overload. this happened Thursday, it's now Saturday. I have spent two full days trying to fix it. I have gone through next to sleepless nights, and draining efforts to find what happened. I tried to fix what I had broken, and my family shut me down. they said they would much rather spend money to have others tell them exactly what I said. and it hurts. it hurts to know that my efforts have meant nothing to them, and that my attempts meant nothing. it hurts that it's my own family. the people that I care about the most. I have been lying on my bed for the last hour, just trying to process the entire situation, and yet I still feel regret, pain, and sadness. at this point, as I reread this, it sounds more like poetry, but it's not. that is just how I feel.

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