I miss you. I miss you more and more every day. I wish I spent more time with you. I knew that when you were alive but for some reason I didn’t do anything about it, and I hate myself so fucking much for spending almost no time with you during your last months. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for forgetting your face, for forgetting your voice. I don’t remember what your personality was. I wish you were here right now. There’s so much things I want to ask you. Would you be proud of me right now? I’ve been getting good grades but they’re starting to drop. I’m so tired, my friends don’t like me, and I hate pretending to believe in god. I don’t know if you would’ve loved me if you knew the truth about me. I miss you though, everything’s been chaos after you left. I miss sharing a bed with you, I miss cuddling with you every night. The other day my older sister yelled at me to take the trash out, she sounded exactly like you. I miss you mom.