Two years ago yesterday. It feels like you are here still, I think about you all the time. I try to be someone you would be proud of. Am I a good granddaughter? I wish you would here, I have so many things I need to ask you.
I learned paper piecing because my parents said I needed to do something to take my mind off of everything. They hate seeing me cry all the time, I know I'm making them really upset. I thought it would be harder, I genuinely am disappointed with it. It's not fair that I can't find anything to occupy my thoughts long enough to forget for more than a minute. I want to forget everything. I want to be happy again. Where is happiness?
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