Day 14.
"'Better to have loved and lost,' my ass.
Anyone parroting that little platitude had obviously never lost anyone of consequence."
I really didn't want to go to therapy. You know I hated when people invaded my privacy, asking questions I didn't want to be asked. You were the exception though. Heather told me she knew this had to be hard for me, but if she really knew how hard, she wouldn't ask about it. It still hurts so bad, Chloe. I hate how she asks me what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling.
Isn't it obvious that I feel like crap? That I'm thinking that I should be the one beneath that stone? I think it is. But now I'm putting my thoughts down here, in this journal. It's pretty strange, I never had one as a kid. Everyone else did. I know you did, because you let me read it. You told me no one else had read it before, but that you wanted me to.
I never got the whole thing about writing down your feelings and thoughts. I do know though. Sometimes when I write, it's like you're here, looking at me. It's not scary, like I thought it would be. It's comforting.
It's weird, Chloe. It kind of helps.