Three years ago today, my favorite aunt passed away. She was like my second mom, she was the bomb! I sit here thinking about it, and how I went through all that shit. It seems like just yesterday, she was at her little play. I remember everything down to the last bit, she put up with every little fit. She would never question things I said, and now she's dead. I sit here with silent tears falling down my cheak, wishing to not be so weak. I'm breaking down inside, slowly losing my pride. Everything I did added up to nothing...
