He hates me, because when I was younger I was always trying to get him to stop smoking cigarettes, because there are bad for his health. I was really annoying.
I'm also really worried about my mom, because he is her brother, and a have a tendency to always say the worst thing, no-matter what I do.
I also don't know how to feel, because honestly he hates me, and his life has no effect on mine, except for how my mom feels.
Every time I think that he is on life support my stomach feels like it is twisted. I also feel wrong for almost not caring. Plus I don't know how I am going to concentrate in school with this going on, and finals are near.
He is dying ![Exclamation :!:](./images/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif)