7.11.26
Today, my mother died. We deserved so much better than this. We deserved better than several drugs in my bloodstream, Deserved better than 6 out of 7 cats hanging around me, worried because I won't stop crying. I can't tell if I prefer the numbness to the crying fits, they're both equally unpleasant. I hate crying, I hate this empty forlorn feeling I carry. I just want to walk into oblivion with her, greet the other side and see my mom restored to the shape she used to be in. Her mind in tact, looking like I remember her... I don't want to be alive without her. I don't know if I'll end up dying to be with her. I feel like I'll never get better. I'll never *feel* better. About any of this. We were robbed of closure. I could hardly get through to her by the end of the...