Grief.
Grief is so weird.
What do you mean someone I haven’t spoken to in years is dead.
What do you mean I’m genuinely so devastated.
I can’t sleep at night.
Every silent moment I’m thinking too hard about your death.
Every single moment leading up.
I’m hoping it was quick. But the news is making it sound otherwise:/
It’s not fair.
You were supposed to be around forever. popping in to talk sh*t in that way that just made you, you.
it’ll never feel real.











































































