So today makes 13 years since my mom died...it's a lot. It's a lot to handle. Keep in mind I was about 5 or 6 when my mom died,and I'm about to be 18. She won't be there. When I go on prom. She won't be there. When I graduate. She won't be there. When I get married. She won't be there. When I have kids. She won't be there. Whenever I die. She won't be there. She just won't be there. My mom was my favorite person. I loved her so much.
Today im going to her grave and I invited August, and Kayla.
I got dressed in a black dress,and black sandals,and headed out with my nana,she got back from her trip last night,and I know this was hard for her. I guided her to the car.
I looked down,and it was two bouquets of flowers. I looked at the roses and the name. Lucas. I can't believe he remembered. That was so nice of him,and mature.
A while after August and Kayla came and hugged me and nana,and left flowers. We left later on and I just sat in my room and cried some more.
~journey😈💕😘😩💀
