2 Years, 2 Months, Or 2 Days. Time Becomes Irrelevant When Someone You Love Dies. The Passing Of Time

2 years, 2 months, or 2 days. Time becomes irrelevant when someone you love dies. The passing of time while grieving does not exists. Only the constant pain of grief does.

If you’re going to accuse me of something. You better have the proof to back up your bullshit. Because some peoples “word” is as useful as a rash.

Look at your own pain before you go and decide to intrude on someone else’s.

I miss the way he made me laugh. How I’d stay up late just to text him good morning. The deep and humorous conversations we would have. I miss his creativity and passion for everything. The list goes on. What I miss most is him being alive.

If you wouldn’t tolerate some stranger being a complete asshole you. Then why would you ever allow a friend or family member to be one towards you?

““I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking and enjoying what they call living, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.” - Jack Kerouac”

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