Death is a very funny thing .
It leaves you speechless , not knowing how to feel , or how to explain what's happening .
It leaves you feeling hollow inside . So confused and ... and a lot of other stuff.
Whenever I flip through my photo album I still don't know how to feel about the situation and what to make of what happened . It still leaves me feeling numb .
Seeing pictures of Samantha and me laughing , making faces at the camera , is sometimes too much for me . I don't cry anymore , I think I've sort of made peace with it . In some way I can't explain .
I mean it's been four months and I still think about attending class with her ; but that's the thing about Death : people deal with it differently . It's still hard to believe she's really gone .
When I think of Sam it's as if she didn't exist and I'm trying to invent her from thin air . Like an imaginery friend . Aargh ! Yes ! There are pictures and sms's in my phone and her handwriting in my books but still ... I still miss her
