I went to visit my best friends at the cemetery today. They’re buried in different cemeteries and one is 30 minutes away from me so it turns into a whole day ordeal, but I don’t mind it. It’s my time with my besties. My roommate texted me and asked me how home was and I mindlessly said I was doing a “cemetery run” (comic relief, dark humor gets be through) with flowers for my best friends and asked her what she was up to and she said hanging out with her friends. It then dawned on me. As I sat at each of their graves, just updating them about life. I couldn’t help but sob about how cruel life has been. How is it that everyone goes home from college/ grad school for summer break to be reunited with their friends but I have to buy flowers and sit at my friends graves. It’s such a cruel reminder of their absence. This summer is especially hard because last summer was the last time I saw one of them. When they passed away, I was already back at school. Being back home and not having him around feels so empty. I just sometimes can’t believe both of my people are dead. I feel so alone.
Posted by anaaaaaa at 2022-06-22 04:56:29 UTC