9th of September.
This is hard. It’s hard seeing Sasha in the coffin.
They look so peaceful, like they’re asleep. Sasha is beautiful.
All the speeches were the same.
Sasha is not a “she”. Sasha isn’t a girl. Sasha is Sasha.
People can’t even respect their pronouns and name on their funeral. All these people disgust me.
On my way home I only think about the funeral. I’m not sad, I’m just annoyed by all these intolerant pieces of shit.
Everything happens so fast. 2 ½ weeks. Sasha’s dead. The funeral’s over. I’m done with life.
