I dont think I can go tonight.
I thought I was okay but Im not. I’m not fucking okay. I am sad and I am lonely and I love her and she’s gone. I miss her so much. I will never see her again. She is gone. Gone. Gone.
I have cried nonstop for the last week.
Olivia, I love you.

Your memorial/funeral is next Wednesday.
I will attend and cry the whole fucking time.
I am so fucking miserable in your absence. We grew up together, sang together, laughed together. Never fucking again. 

“Here’s the day you hoped would never come; don’t feed me violins, just run with me through rows of speeding cars.”