Welp. I nearly cried in class for no apparent reason, and avoided talking to people as much as possible. The fact that my sister died over 6 years ago, and she would be in school now would probably be why...

One thing I've learned over the years about grief is that it comes and goes, and when it comes, there's not much you can do to stop it. Sure, right after the loss, it's hard to think of anything else, but eventually the little things will bring the tiniest bit of joy. Soon, you can recover slightly, but it's like an animal about to pounce. You survive it once, and heal, but one day it will strike again. It never leaves, just hides. Even 4, 6, 10 years later, the little things that remind you of who you lost will bring the grief to the surface. Even if you somehow get a magic potion to make you forget, or you immerse yourself in a fake world, you will know something is missing. I've been up that road before, trying to forget about Willow by trying to hide from the real world. It doesn't work, and even if it sort of does, it's not worth it. The grief will come back eventually, sometimes invading your dreams. The grief will come back, no matter how many years it's been, or how much you've been enjoying life. I know grief is horrible as well as the next person. It's something that is difficult, if possible to fully break free from, and it becomes more difficult to manage. However, talking to someone can help, no matter how hard talking to someone is. Trust me. Grief is hard, and can strike at any time, but I will, and I hope that you will too, endure it as well as possible.

I know I'm just a random person, but if anyone ever needs to talk, I will always be there to talk as soon as I'm on.