Exactly three months after Connors funeral was our one year anniversary. I spent the day at his grave with Lacey and Trevor. We left his favorite candy and a picture of us on his grave. We sat around it and shared our favorite memories. I never knew how fucking hard it would be having to live without him. 16 years old. And I lost my everything. I was so depressed. But, I never cut. Why? Because I promised.
