Today was pretty much the same.
It consisted of, no sleep, no eating, staying in one spot, and crying millions of tears.
But I did something out of the ordinary
today. I found me and Ivy's scrapbook.
I flipped to some pages crying as I
saw how much we came along all
those years. She was always beautiful.
When I stopped at a empty page I
wrote everything I felt for her,
everything I never told her, everything
she should've known, everything she
was to me. I even wrote how i feel now.
That took a lot out of me.
Writing down how I feel makes me feel better.
I'm now writing these letters to her
that she'll never get to read.
