TW- for SUICIDE. Please do not read if you are not in the right headspace for this.
How does one cope with death?
Drugs? Crying? Alcohol? All three?
I don't really know. I've loss my mom and it sucked, but this one hits harder. This was my best friend. The girl who meant the WORLD to me. The girl who I told everything. Now she's just gone? I don't know how to do this, but I know she would want me to keep going. So I will. For her.
AUTHORS NOTE:
This is a true story- of my beautiful best friend who committed suicide this year.
I don't know how to cope with this but this is how I've chosen to start coping with it. She LOVED Wattpad and we even wrote a story together on here. There are three photos that will be included in this. None of them show her. I will try to keep any of her family's members names out of this.