seeing pictures of your parents as children is really strange and really cool at the same time
I wish i actually wore the fashion taste i have
something to brighten my mood
IN FOUR DAYS KIRSTIN WILL BE HERE.
AND WE’RE GOING TO SEE THE CAST OF THE OFFICE.
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY
bad day bad day bad day
i just hope it gets better.
so much has happened in the past two weeks and i don’t understand how i’m just expected to pick my life up and keep going. not just me, my whole family. how are we supposed to move on, knowing that a part of us is missing? how are we supposed to “get back in the routine” when there’s an empty room at the end of the hall that used to be filled with a life, and so much love? how is this fair at all?
i love you, papa. i’ll see you in heaven.