"You told me to get up, I got up, I spread my wings and I flew. You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you"
I have a job now the past 2 months, it’s pretty cool. My mental health is the most stable it’s ever been and I haven’t had that many bad days lately. I will always text you telling you how I’m getting on, even though you won’t reply. 3 years on August 7th, I’ll be up at your grave and I’ll bring red roses to your house to give to your mother like I always do. You’re always in my dreams, I had one just last night where we were going to the cinema and you turned to me and told me I was always gonna be a little sister to you. I will never ever forget everything you did for me. I miss you bro.
"But you don’t know what I’ve been through, and all because I was afraid. I’m so ashamed of the fuss I’ve made."
My third tattoo!
every so often it just hits me that you’re not here anymore. you never found out that I got into college, that Jay got married, even that Jay got engaged. it’s hard to keep believing that everything happens for a reason when I still see no reason for what happened to you. the impact you had on me is crazy. i will honestly never forget you. i don’t care what people say, death doesn’t get any easier.
The group reunited yesterday, as we do every May 30th. Sucks that for the 3rd year in a row, ‘the group’ consisted of me and Jay. Don’t even know what to say. It’s 3 years in August. and I miss you more and more every day.