I'm going to a funeral tomorrow. And I don't know what to wear or what to say. I'm kinda in this little lost feeling and I don't know how to get out. I've been in it since I found out she had died. I dunno why I'm even posting this, but maybe I just wanted to validate it? To validate that I'm still here despite this feeling? Maybe.
And listening to "Heaven's Not Enough" does NOT help. At all.
Love to my peeps.
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This is my broken heart talking.
My loss of faith in love, my aching stomach and lack of sleep at night, saying I need you.
Miyavi = My Anti-Drug
My loss of faith in love, my aching stomach and lack of sleep at night, saying I need you.
Miyavi = My Anti-Drug