ego tu sum

No it isn’t.

Everytime I cry on the subway some guy tells me it’s going to get better.
It has been 13 years and I still feel like a knife is stabbing my heart.

My best friend was murdered 13 years ago and I can’t get over it. I think about her all the time.

I remember when she first went missing, and how I didn’t know she was gone. One girl hugged me because she thought I was maddie.

I remember making her paper flowers to put on her desk and thinking of all the questions I would ask when she came back. We prayed for her everyday. I searched for her everyday. But somebody had already taken her life away.

I vividly remember her funeral, kicking a friends fathers leg because I had no control over my body.

I couldn’t act anymore, because all I could think about was her. I love her so much and I miss her. Would we still be friends today? I’ve failed her. I am a mean person. But I still love her so much.

Rest in peace Maddie Clifton. I love you so much.

I can’t sleep. I let my mind wander too far in the past and now the floodgates are open.

that awkward moment when a guy you used to hook up with fist bumps you.