I just don’t understand how it can get less. It’s so real, and it hurts so bad. I mean I really miss her. I miss her all the time. And it just feels like I’m pretending all the time, pretending to be okay, pretending that it’s getting better. But it’s not, because she’s gone. One day she was alive and then the next she wasn’t and nobody else seems to have realised that the world should have stopped spinning.
(Source: usarmi, via slightlyhippie)