I won't lie. Losing someone you love hurts a lot. More than you could ever imagine. You will find yourself screaming at the middle of the night their name. Asking she/ he to come back. Looking at 6am your phone and wishing he/she texted you. You need to accept they won't. He/she is gone. Gone. For ever. People supported you the first days. Now nobody remembers you are hurting. You have to deal with it on your own. Cry. Kiss strangers. Drink alcohol. Scream. Walk alone at 3am at darkness. Do whatever you want. But, forget them. You need to move on.
domingo, 13 de marzo de 2016
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