#irlcoyote

[glitchedcoyote]

I am not okay. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I am over a thousand miles away and couldn't make it. She wasn't alone, but those memories aren't for the dead.

I miss, not only what she was, but what I could have had. I didn't have that bound she and my sister had. She loved me, but she loved my sister more.

It hurts. And I am so. So angry that she was the one to die and not the trash known as my father.

And he sent a letter. A letter bashing her. A letter a received a day after she died and what am I supposed to do now?

My MIL is a blessing. But I want my mom.

I've locked down my emotions so tightly because if I let myself feel I will never stop drowning.

[glitchedcoyote]

It's been one week of 2024 and I already am done. My mom died today. Had a stroke on the first. Gone a week later at 13:13.

I am so tired of bad things happening. I need a break.

[glitchedcoyote]

I need to stop being so damned down all the time. It is just sorta hard when I pretty much lost my best friend.

[glitchedcoyote]

It is a bit hard to not let the hurt take over.