It's been a while. Life's changed quite a bit. Mom's dead, living a sober life, living with my brother. Why do things change? Nothing really makes sense anymore. I wouldn't say I'm not happy. I am... I really am. It's nice to wake up every day &know what's going on. But there is that missing piece. I've lost interest in things I used to love, because they remind me of her.
Sometimes I think...no, I know... it would be so much easier to say, "fuckit" and give up.
But, where would that leave me?
A couple months from now... how will I be doing? What will life be like? I ask myself these questions. But in my heart, I know that I don't want the answers.