I hate it when people say to me that i need to just "let him go". WTFlip??? are you serious? he wasn't a favorite dress... he's not a dead goldfish... he's my freaking brother. he was my best friend. my hero. the person in my life that i looked up to the very most. and i'm suppose to just "let him go"...
yes- i understand that he's gone and he's not ever coming back. now what? am i just suppose to tuck my grief away in a dark closet and jump right back into my life???
and don't give me the "he wouldn't want you to be so sad" speech... i'm sure he wouldn't want me to be so sad- but i'm sure he also didn't plan on dying and leaving me without my big brother.
i've become a pro at putting on a happy face when i'm out and about- but then i get home and i have to face my pain... its devastating.. its overwhelming... its exhausting..
i'm freaking broken. i'm so lost without him. i cry about everything- especially about him. i want him back. how am i suppose to live the rest of my life without him?
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