They say it gets easier. Liars. Another day of pretending I'm ok. The sun hurts my eyes. She doesn't even know what day it is. and I'm supposed to be grateful. For what? For slowly watching her disappear? For my life just... stopping? I can't even remember the sound of my own laughter. God, I'm so tired of being strong. Just once, I want someone to carry me. But who? Who's left?