Today is the second day of writing this diary/journal thing. Yesterday was okay, I guess. I did the normal routine of counting minutes as they pass by. I miss her so much though. I'm too scared to say who, I'll just and up braking down into an anxiety attack or just freak out. She died tragically though. That's why I have to go to a therapist. I just got down in the dumps after her death and the therapist was suggested to me. Now she's having less frequent visits with me although I'm not feeling any better if not worse now. But instead im writing down my thoughts and then on the visits she reads the entries. She says she won't judge but I see the looks she gives me. It makes me sad.
~Bridget
