The worst part-the funeral-has gone.I feel so relieved,i don't know why i feared it so much.Everyone was there,my family,some of my closest friends and other family friends.It was beautiful and so sad at the same time.I can't find a proper word to describe it.
After the funeral my friends came to my house and we made hot chocolate and just chatted,and i felt so lucky to have them there.
It's so weird to think that i'll never hear my gran's voice again,that that room is now empty,that i don't have to worry about the barking dogs waking her up.It will take time to not think these things "automatically".I was really feeling better,but my dad told me they're going to visit my grandma's sister tomorrow morning and i told him i didn't feel like coming,because,you know,they
buried my grandma today and i do not have the strength to watch her sister cry and then to have to leave her.But he doesn't understand,he NEVER does,he says he's trying to help but he doesn't realize this was my first big loss,and it will take time for me to recover.That doesn't mean i won't go visit my grandma's sister,i just don't feel like going TOMORROW.I want to go with my sister,when she comes back,on Thursday.But apparently is tomorrow or nothing,so you know what,
fuck off,dad,i've cried all the tears i had in these days and no,i don't have any strength left.I'm just 23,i'm not 60 like you.
So yes,i'll wake up in an empty house for the first time tomorrow,and that's kind of scaring me.It's such a big change.
I can't help but feel lost and alone right now.And that's all because of you,dad.So THANK YOU,because you always try to help me.And you constantly fail because you don't listen to what i try to tell you.I'm sick and tired of this.I just want to call my sister,lay in my bed with my cat and sleep.So i won't have to think about anything.