So all weekend I’ve been catching 333, 555, 222 more than once.
It’s been on buildings, license plates, the time, my receipts, my valet ticket like HEAVY!
Nobody talks about the stage of grief where you can't even talk about it to anyone anymore because everyone expects you to be getting over it but it still runs through your mind everyday.
It’s like I’m fine. Then I’m not.
I can’t really explain. It’s such an empty feeling.
Meanwhile I have so many good things going on I should be celebrating but yet here I am with red eyes.
This has been an exhausting process.
I lost one of my best friends, my closest cousin & now my uncle who was always like an older brother to me. I really don’t know how to really feel these days.