Found my way to say "goodbye"
Woooo, since yesterday I feel great...well, that might change since...i'm wierd. But (!!) I found a way not to be depressed all the time. So I can focus on growing myself as a human (duh) being....what did I do when my parents died? Was I depressed? Cried? Lost my will to live? No. Not for a single moment. (do you even have feelings?! ofc I do...) I do miss them, don't get me wrong. They were me and I was them, but life goes on. So will I. I found a way of forgetting. Let's pretend they are dead. So I don't have to think about what his brithday will be like without me. His Christmas...New Year, whether he is healthy or not. He chose to leave...and after all this time, I think I have to choose to give up. I hope he is content with himself now. I don't doubt it...he was always a little bit of an idiot. I hope it's okay to forget all his small flaws that I've been keeping to myself, not to forget.That he hates mushrooms or tomatoes. Adores squid (ble, i ...