I'm not really a cryer, meaning I don't ever cry much. But I've cried the past 2 nights. Laying in bed crying my eyes out last night and now sitting on the kitchen floor. The worst part is that I'm all alone. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I haven't eaten since lunch which was 12 hours ago. I know I need to eat, but I have no appetite. I'm tired, but I can't turn my mind off. I just want to drink until I can't think anymore.
When my grandma died, my mom called me and told me the news. I kind of knew that it was coming, but I was on my school campus getting ready to go to class. It didn't hit me until I hung up the phone with her. I started crying and it was that type of cry that you can't stop. I had to walk through campus with tears running down my face. By the time I got home I wasn't crying that much, but then I realized that she was gone, forever and I'd never hear her voice again or be greeted by a slap on the back again. So, I started crying again and my sweet baby Zoey (my dog), came over to me and started licking my face, licking the tears away that kept pouring out of my eyes. I wish she were here right now.
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Maddie Lang
Dreamer. Adventurer. Wallflower. Lover. Fighter. Kentuckian / Californian. Finding my purpose in the world. Archives
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