Jan 23, 2012
Grief is like a moving river, so that’s what I mean by it’s always changing. It’s a strange thing to say because I’m at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It’s just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone. Nothing will fit in that hole because what we want back we can’t get, which is this one person.
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24 years old. I want to travel, so for the meantime, all I have to do is endure. And oh, hey there, you.
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