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.