Because I can't sleep
So here it is. What I have been avoiding. What I never wanted to do, but knew it would come all too soon. The first 21 years, 10 months, and 2 days of my life are completely different from everything that comes after. My mom died May 24th. And I can't do anything but miss her so much. I'd give anything for just one more day...one more hour...one single moment... But there are no more days, no more hours. Not even a moment. She's there when I dream. Sometimes she's sick, sometimes she's how she was before all that. But she's there. And when I wake up, I wake up crying because I can't do anything but miss her so damn much. I tell myself its better, because at least now she's not in pain. She's not hurting. But I'm still angry that she ever had to hurt in the first place...
I miss her so much...
I miss her so much...