My heart has been torn apart, but I’m trying really hard not to think about it. I have a flight to catch tomorrow morning, and I can’t afford to completely lose my shit when I have stuff to organize.
This has been both the most amazing and shittiest weekend ever. The wedding was stunning, fantastic, beautiful. I saw friends I haven’t seen in months, some in years. I laughed, I danced, I shared in a beautiful day. And Momo died.
But what can I do? I feel like becoming distraught over his death would serve no purpose. It wouldn’t bring him back, and wallowing in self-pity won’t make me feel better.
I don’t know what else to say.
