I'm not
going
to
lie,
It
doesn't get easier.
I hate waking up every morning, looking at my phone and not
seeing any good morning texts from him. I hate going to
school and seeing an empty seat in every class where he used
to sit. I hate walking past his house, looking up at his
bedroom window and seeing the light turned off, no sign of
life in that room at all.. I hate not hearing his voice, his
laugh, the sound of his guitar. I hate not being in his arms
when I need someone to comfort me. I hate walking past his
grave, always seeing flowers there, wondering why God had to
take him from me when he had such a great life ahead of him..
I hate cancer. I've been trying to stay strong, but
it's just so hard.