it's still a hard pill to swallow, i feel it stuck in my chest still;

aching, burning.

burning, always burning.

but people just tell me to keep busy.

i'm thankful for having people to spend all their time with me.

i'm less inclined to cry that way.

the mornings and the nights are the absolute worst though. 

i'm thinking about going back on sleeping pills.

but i'm keeping busy.

the aches are not as bad as before.

maybe i'm growing up.