Just lost my mother (not covid) this past wednesday.
Didn't want to make a thread.
I still haven't told my job and we staring to come back.
I want to quit that bytch knowing we only get 5 days bereavement.
It was sudden. And it kills me that we didn't get to fight for her life. She was so young.
I only answered two calls from family. So, I'm only talking to the family I'm with.
Like, life just got deleted for me. I don't want shyt to do with shyt.
I been posting like normal and just put some subliminal shyt on IG and Facebook. Been sleeping all day and watching YouTube.
I'm fukked up.
It's been about 2 and 1/2 months.
Damn. It's crazy how final this shyt.
Of course, the after funeral drama is creeping in.
This shyt is making my little sister strong as hell. I hope it doesn't make her callous, but, back to me.
I do therapy atleast bi-weekly. I'm back on Tinder, for some reason.
I don't wanna get married. I'd like a kid.
But, I definitely don't wanna fukk around.
Just, the idea of a legacy means a little more to me.
It's that now I know what it's like to leave shyt behind.
I wanna cry every time I think about er. It's not crippling, but, it's hard to completely give in to the sadness.
I feel I know what my mom would want me to do.
It's fukking ridiculous now having her around...