I'm so upset yet angry, mostly with myself. She'd had mental health issues since she was really young but I could always tell when she wasn't coping even when she said she was. But the past few months she seemed to be doing better maybe I wasn't paying enough attention, she must have been struggling so much, I wish I had noticed. I'm angry that people who let her down so many times are suddenly saying how much they love her when she's no longer here to see it. I don't know how I'm going to live without her, I know I have to but it feels impossible. I want her back for my own selfish reasons and because she had so much more to live for