Dear mum,
It’s 1 year since you left this place and I hope it’s peaceful and painfree where you are.
I think about you everyday. I miss being able to talk to you, because there aren’t a whole lot of people I feel comfortable opening up to. There aren’t a lot of people that understand me like you did, but then you raised me. I miss coming to talk to you every time I left the house.
It’s a struggle with you gone. Most people don’t understand how this feels and I have very little patience for nearly anyone these days. I struggle to see the point in work, or why we do anything, I don’t want to look back and wish I had spent less time working, but the world is so expensive.
You would be proud of me for the things I have done in the last year, I know that much, but I am struggling to keep going with it. The way this world is drives me insane and all I want is it to stop.
I know you would have done anything for more time.
Joel
x
