Two weeks

Two weeks after your gone. Haven’t talked to you in 226 hours. But who’s counting. I had so many strong and good days and today and tonight is really hurting me. I miss you I love you. Why do I though. Who do I miss? The thought of you or the person I fell in love with years ago or the narcissistic drug addict version of you? I’m so lost. I can’t believe the way you have made me become and I can’t even be mad cause we’ll I allowed it. Before you I was so confident so strong and so brave didn’t take anyones shit. The shit I dealt with from you I’m like what happened to the girl I was. I hope ava will be that girl and not lose it to some dead beat guy. It is so hard seeing her grow up and worry bout the things young girls worry with. But you wouldn’t know cause you never stick around long enough to learn anything. Two weeks since you’ve been gone and I feel like I’m going off the deep end.