It's a month later, we've had the Detroit service with all of her friends, and not much has changed.
I've made some more Life Choices (note the capital letters), but i still feel stuck in the same place. I keep having this brutal shock when I realize that she's gone. It just doesn't make any sense.
Parts of me are getting better, but a lot of me isn't. I still don't do very well with people, and get incredibly stressed out when put in the center of attention. But I can laugh and I'm starting to be able to cry. I'm sure it's a good thing, even if it doesn't feel like it.
I miss her.
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