I want to hit him as hard as I can. I want to scream at him. And I want to tell him everything. I want to tell him about my mother’s funeral. I want to tell him how horrible it was. How much it hurt. How alone I felt. How alone I feel. How I haven’t been able to shake that feeling. It’s been six years… Six years of feeling lost. Six years of hoping and wishing for someone to come in and save me from myself. Save me from the desperate blank feeling inside me.
