Looking back through photos and journals and letters and mementos and it is so crazy. I remember how terrified I was when you and everyone else went away to college. I didn't think I could handle not seeing you everyday. That itself seemed unbearable..
Now I will never see and talk to you again and I just don't know how I go on knowing that.
I started going through and reading your old journals on here and found this from 2005
"((e:Mike)) I love you. I want you to know that you are really important to me. My life would not be the same without you. I know it doesn't seem true since I've been away at school, but you really are so important. You were the first (and so far only) person I have called since I've been home. When you came to visit me at school I suddenly felt so much more at home, even though I have been living there for three years. But just know that if you ever need someone to talk to or hang out with, I'm here for you. "
And now she's not. She is the person who would most be able to talk me through this and she is not here and I don't know what to do.
Let's suppose you are not home for the holidays. Perhaps you are at a "friend's" house who has mainly just asked you to their house because they were overcome by pity and you see that tablecloth. How terrible is that. Oh, you are not home for the holidays. You unhappy freak?
Or maybe you are home for the holidays but you are having the customary stress-fight of your life with your family and there is this smug tablecloth rubbed in your face. Oh! isn't this happy?
So wrong. So many levels.