by Sean Fabling
(Palmerston North, New Zealand)
I was 16 when my mother died in a car crash, I'm not really sure why i'm writing this. I guess I don't know what else to do.
I'ts been 3 years now, I thought it's supposed to get easier? It hasn't. I've just got better at hiding it. I have moments when i'm alone, sometimes even with other people around which I HATE. I don't want people's pity, it just gets too much sometimes.
I'm in the army now, I think she'd be worried but proud. I'd like to think she'd be proud.
Every special thing that will ever happen in my life will now all ways be overshadowed by this, and I hate that. My life seems too have just spiralled out of hand, when she was alive I had a simple life, now it's filled with drama, hurt, tears, my life feels too much like a movie. and I have no control and can only watch, It's frustrating as all hell.
The only thing keeping me going is that I still have a dad and sister who need me.
Sorry if my story seems to be in a random order, i'm having a pretty bad time right now.
I feel alone