Dear 55,
You will be here, in a few weeks.
I want to be angry, with you. So what!
Mom won’t be here.
Dammit.
I found I am fighting anger, today. Anger, at mom. For leaving me to have to fight with sad, who wants to visit, who I can NOT allow to stay around. I have things to do. I have a life to pretend, er, live.
Fresh hell.
55, how the hell am I supposed to celebrate you? I feel like I am 5, without mom.
I fought with the night. ALL night. Now, me and day are arguing. I am TIRED DAMMIT!
It’s not your fault, 55. It’s not even mom’s fault. It was her time to go.
It’s just that forever is such a long time. I can barely hold the word, in my heart. Not, today.
I look at my shattered laptop. I looked at my heart, now shattered. What do I DO with it? This, my heart? Who will care for it? I am alone. Yet, not.
I must go, 55. I have work, to do. I have to get up, today. I HAVE to. Crap.
going on while wanting to punch something in the face,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
Note: The heck if I know. Keep going. Oh, yea:
You are loved.
You are NOT alone.
Keep on being…YOU!
Note 2: It’s okay, to hurt. Let someone know when you are not okay, okay? Asking for Your Friend…
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
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