Anonymous 36

I know it’s messed up but I’m actually mad at him for dying. Like how dare he just leave?? He was the one person I could always count on and now he’s just... gone. No warning, no goodbye, nothing. Everyone keeps telling me to remember the good times or “he’s in a better place” but honestly? I don’t care. I needed him here. I’m the one left to deal with all this pain, while he’s just not here anymore.

I cry and then I yell and then I cry again. I talk to him like he's still around, and half the time I’m just yelling—asking why he didn’t take better care of himself, why he didn’t stay. And then I feel guilty for being mad at someone who’s not even here to defend himself. It’s exhausting. Grief is exhausting. I miss him so much it hurts, but yeah... I’m pissed too.