I thought maybe that planning your best friend's funeral would kind of make you numb to things, but I was wrong. I knew this was coming and it still hurts horribly.
I remained strong today, for my grandma and for the rest of my family. I always do that, and then I come home and bawl my eyes out alone.
I don't know why, but I do it to myself, I suppose it's my way of coping and I always feel I should be strong for everyone else.
Our family was cooperative and together tonight, most of us. I'm happy for that and I hope it remains that way. My aunt even wants to take my cousin and I to get tattoos.
I couldn't walk in my grandma's house alone all day today. I needed someone with me at all times. I don't know, I got an odd feeling.
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