I’m really crying about grandma for the first time since I broke down on my dorm floor and you were there to hold me. And I think about how a year ago you were still there to hold me, and I you. I’m tired of missing you, I don’t know if you miss me too. My heart says yes, but my brain says no. I just want my best friend again. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
A year ago, however, I would’ve wanted to drink about it. Now I’m just crying about it and for that I’m so grateful.







