over the years I’ve blocked her out of my memory I guess as a coping mechanism and then I remember and I’m so upset. It’s almost like that part of my life when she was here was a different life. We were very close, so close that people we met when out mistook us for a couple and my family asked me if I was a lesbian! I’ve never had a friendship like that and it has left a hole since. She was only 25 when she went. She had struggled with depression, even though to meet her she was the life and soul of the party, you’d never think she was depressed if you didn’t know her. It taught me a lot about mental health. She killed herself and I was the last person she messsged.
sitting here crying because I randomly thought of her and read through all of our fb messages this evening, and I remembered her voice. Now it’s dawned on me again she’s gone. I accidentally put a thumbs up in the fb message and unsent it. I’m a mess. Is this even normal of me?