My life. The train wreck it is. You'd literally be shitting your pants if I could tell you what's going on.
I miss you more today than I have lately. But it's okay. It's slowly growing to be less agonizing. It'll never stop hurting. But Yanno. The less pain the better.
I hope you're doing okay. I hope you're hanging in there. I wish I could give you a hug and keep you w me forever. But it's okay.
Idk anymore.
YOU ARE READING
2.5 Years
Non-FictionSomeone has told me that you grieve someone for half the time you've known them or longer. I don't want to grieve that long however this is my progress as to how I'm feeling.
