It’s been more than a month and a half.
I still can’t get over the fact that she’s seriously gone.
I can barely think about her without completely breaking down.
I went to visit her for the first time since she was buried.
It kills me to know that she missed her 18th birthday.
I know I should be grateful that she’s not in pain anymore, but part of me just wants her here with us. Selfish as that is.
I’m horrible.
