This weekend.

Denial: Your afraid of having to face where it all happened. Having to go to the place where you basically grew up and not see her there. To not see her in her own home. You think everything's okay, that you got through it all. Then it hits you all over again. Your reliving everything all over again. It's like a constant routine. Your up then down. You start to somewhat think your okay & then it's there right up front in your face again. Your terrified to feel it repeatedly. But the proximity of it all is too close to handle. Life is hard, death is easy. Or so they say..but they feel pretty even to me.