Today was supposed to be my mom's 49th birthday....
But what's the point in celebrating her life?
She's gone forever and nothing can change that.
And celebrating someone who is no longer here is just nothing but pain.
And the fact that I'll never see her again just rubs salt in the wound.
It also makes me realize that the universe is just as corrupt as society.
My grandma tells me that the universe has a plan for everything so they planned this???
And this day is just gonna be a reminder that I'm motherless and that my family will never be happy ever again.
Along with Mother's Day.
And the day she died will always remind me that it's my fault that I didn't spend as much time with her. This is all my fault!
ALL MY FAULT!
ALL OF IT!
THERE'S NO POINT IN CELEBRATING WHEN I KNOW SHE'S GONE FOREVER!
AND CHRISTMAS IS RUINED!
WHAT'S THE POINT?!
MY FAMILY WILL NEVER BE HAPPY EVER AGAIN!
AND I'LL NEVER EVER ACCEPT IT!
I'M NEVER REACHING STAGE FIVE OF GRIEF!
NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS!
