Oh yeah it's hard.

I hate how life works sometimes. Just yesterday I was thinking I was feeling better. Today my mom decided to talk about her. I went for a haircut with Linda and she brought me to the place where me and Jas used to have late night supermarket trips, and spent hours at Cash Converters looking through used CDs. My friends kept talking about her and her stuffed toys in my house. I went to catch a movie at Cineleisure, and that place brought back so many memories of her. Then just as I reached home, tired and wanting to sleep, Mel mentioned that she calls her husky 'manja boy'; that was the first nickname she gave me since we got together because of how I always like to give her hugs and cuddle with her. Now I find myself missing her all over again.

It's hard, hell yes it is. But I will get through this.