by Line

It’s 10 P.M. and Kasper is sleeping. I am tired, but I don’t want to sleep. I am sad, and all I want to do is cry and cry. But I can’t seem to. I have never been good at handling grief, and I’ve been lucky and only been to a few funerals that I can remember. Now I will attend another one. It’s so unfair. That the really good people go first. But maybe it is like they say “only the good die young”. It still sucks. Pretty hard. So my mood is a bit up and down, but taken the situation in to consideration it’s still as good as it can be right now. It’s just hard and difficult, that’s all.

I just had to write it down.