I still miss you.
The days are still hard too.
I'm still going to school, because Aunt Clarisse won't let me stay home.
I don't ask to though, because I know what her answer will be.
I leave class a lot though.
I go into the nurses office, and no one says anything to me anymore.
I just lay there for a class period or two, and eventually someone tells me it's time to go back to class. They're never mean about it either. They say it like I'm actually sick, and there's nothing they can do for me.
And I think it's true; that I am sick, I mean.
Sick with grief at least.
