"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.