even the simplest things make me cry. yesterday my dad went to my aunt's house and she gave him cake for us and there were 4 pieces in the box. we're only 3 now but she still bought one for my brother. sometimes i forget too so i can't even blame her
2 months since my brother passed away. still struggling with grief, depression and illness. I'm mentally and physically a mess rn and I'm waiting to do an mri and x-rays to see what's wrong. 2019 was the worst year of my life and 2020 seems to be another 2019
my brother passed away last saturday. I won't attempt to put into words how it's been and how I'm feeling. I'll be gone for a while. I'll be back when the world feels less like a black hole.
It's been 32 days since my brother passed away. I count the days bc I keep forgetting that he's not with us anymore. I'm trying to be strong for my mum and dad. But it's all so so hard. I miss him so fucking much. This pain will never go away. And I hate that life just goes on.