forgive us for what we have done.

Vissa dagar känns världen bara för stor och skrämmande.
Idag var en sådan dag där jag bara ville krypa ner i en lövhög och stanna där tills det blivit bättre tider.
Ibland orkar jag inte mer, och då gråter jag ut allting som gör ont, allting som svider och bränner.

Vi tar nya tag imorgon och hoppas att världen ser lite ljusare ut.

glee.

"I miss my sister. The smell of her shampoo. The way she could always convince me to read her another book. When you love someone like I loved her they’re a part of you. it’s like you’re attached by this invisible tether and no matter how far away you are you can always feel them and now every time I reach for that tether I know there’s no one on the other end and I feel like I’m falling into nothingness and then I remember Jean. I remember a life lead with no enemies, no resentments, no regrets and I’m inspired to get up out of bed and go on. I miss my sister so much it feels like piece of me has been ripped off. Just one more time I want to hold her. Just ten more seconds— is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold her? But I can’t and I won’t and the only thing keeping me from being swallowed whole by sadness is that Jean would kill me if I did. So for now I’m just going to miss her. I love you, Jeannie. Rest in peace."