What do you do when the person you love most, more than you love yourself, is gone? Still doesn’t feel real. Surrounded by memories of him. Dreams of a future doomed to never be a reality. Distractions are my gospel. At the end of the day…the truth is a predator I cannot escape
Was a hard week. Harder than last week. As time goes by I’m missing him more and more. Feels like I’m just waiting for this nightmare to be over…but it’ll never be over and I’m stuck feeling like this…forever