An extremely tough week
She’s flying high, and I’m just wondering what’s happening down here.
I never imagined will experiencing this awful heaviness in my chest.
My tears will no longer coming up, I believe something inside me will explode. I’d shout, scream, and yell towards anything to assure that it was simply a delusion or hallucination in my freaking 3 a.m. imagination, and she wanted to wake up quickly. She can’t take it anymore.
She looked at the stack of her belongings, apathetically.
“How can I get rid of these things when I wish you were still here to use them at all?”
I don’t want to see someone take advantage of your belongings, your clothes, your beloved shoes, and everything. Too horrible to imagine.
Please allow me to be more selfish, I just want to protect mine.
A week has passed, and I still struggle with living this miserable life without you.
I Miss You. I’ll always do.
Certainly,
Your clueless daughter in the mid of night, she’s suffering.