This is art. Poetry that I have made in complete seriousness, yet with words that have been stripped of anything that covered the truth. All you need to do is read between the lines.
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
you end up crying to sleep, mission complete
Saturday, October 2, 2021
My 18th Birthday Was Yesterday
One more year has passed by. I'm 18 years old now. I am extremely grateful for the wonderful family and friends that I have.
My family is the sweetest. I told them I did not want any extravagant gifts and I wanted it to be chill. They listened (to a great extent). My brother made such a cute card for me, so did my sister, and they bought a delicious cake. My brother even bought a box of Ferrero Rocher for me which I am resisting to gobble down as we speak (8:58 am).
The rest of the day went by with restaurants, my first alcoholic drink (Monte Blanc), and my first dress, haha.
While I had fallen asleep crying, missing my father, I was woken up with messages by my amazing friends which instantly put a smile on my face.
Grief, it stays with you, but it gets easier to live with. I have to learn to value those around me instead of only grieving what I have lost.
I am cared for and loved, and that is enough.