Wilting
Today began like any other day.
I went to school, I did my work. I pretended to be okay when I really wasn't.
As long as I smiled and laughed, I was okay.
No one asked questions as long as you smiled.
I could forget about it as long as I didn't think of it.
How long could I keep doing this?
How many more sleepless nights would pass until someone finally noticed that I wasn't okay.
How many more crude jokes would I have to make, how many more plastic smiles would I have to paste on my face?
How many more until I got tired?
I miss him so much. So very, very much.
But life goes on, no matter how unfair it seems.
The world doesn't stop just because you're hurting, it doesn't give you time to grieve, it expects you to move on.
I hated it.