But it will take awhile. Everything still haunts me like ghosts. It has been this long, but I can’t go forwards. I still cry myself to bed, or I just have very bad insomias. I think about the future I thought I was going to have. And in that lonely moment, I realise how alone I am. It’s very hard to let people know how I am feeling, I don’t usually tell much.
Picking myself up again, after being in pieces is the hardest thing. But life still goes on.