This is a self reminder to do my to do list, fix my damn issues and get over myself.

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This is a self reminder to do my to do list, fix my damn issues and get over myself.
I don’t think that’s a feeling I’m ever going to forget.:
Dear Kyla, This is literal hell. No hell fire. No demons. The devil isn't real. But having to live everyday without you here. That's my own personal hell. Living with the "I should haves" and the "why didn't I" is more painful than any physical torment I could endure. Kyla.. I miss you so much it's tearing me apart. It's all I seem to think of. "What would Kyla do?" Has become my catch phrase. Sleep doesn't ease it. Alcohol doesn't help. I'm angry and I'm sad and I don't feel like those emotions are even valid. I don't feel like I have a reason to validate them. And that's hell. Everything hurts. Everyday. All day long. I miss you. I miss you so much it's making me sick. And I'm so so sorry. If I would have known the last time I would see you would be the last? I wouldn't have walked away so fast. I would have called or texted you. I wish I could trade places with you. I just hope you know I love you.
Letters to my friend who is now an angel.