Today marks 6 years since the worst day of my life. While I was alone and depressed in the hospital knowing that my illnesses were once again taking over, you took my friends from me. My best friends. The ones you only knew because OF ME. 4 days before my best friends birthday. I loved her more than anything and you took her. You made sure that I'll never be able to tell her happy birthday again, I'll ever be able to congratulate her on her engagement with A, ( which I know you would HATE to know she is engaged to him ). I'll never understand why you did it and why you chose to do this after I was the one who took you in when you had nobody in 6th grade. We had insane memories ranging from stealing Jacori's brownies and not being suspects in it, to the PE incident where I made sure I got Justice for you when David hurt you. I would have done anything for my friends and you knew that. You took it from me and I'll never get over that. Your death made it even more devastating than it already was. Because although I grieve you, I still cannot forgive you.
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grief & relief
AléatoireJust writing my thoughts about a loss that has recently happened to me.. My grief along with very mixed feelings. All real. Very personal and just a journal. Published July 8th, 2017.
