So I'm finally doing something I've meant to do for a long time now. Even before my father passed, I needed a way to talk about it, to let go of all the shit I've let build up inside these past 9 or 10 years. So here it is, I suppose. Read if you'd like, let me know what you think, or just ignore it. It's more for me than anyone else.
Love is Watching Someone Die.
Love is Watching Someone Die.
Miss you everyday, Buddy..
XOXO,
Luno
ziacide:
hope things perk up. loss is always hard. but all the stereotypical things they say about it are pretty true, "time will heal" and "memories live forever" so i hope you can find things to smile about. <3