this is pathetic. xmas morning and i'm lying in bed with a churning stomach and the panadol isn't helping AT ALL. i used to like xmas alot, but ever since gracey passed away, nothing's been the same.
it's the 2nd year of non celebrations for the paternal side, and each year i wish for the same thing- that you never went away, that this void never manifested, that if i hoped and wished hard enough, we would travel back in time and all would be okay.
i miss staying up till 3am, gorging ourselves on turkey and being with the people i love so so much.
wish you were here baby cousin x
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exclusivity. wonder if you were serious at all.