Missing you like mad baby girl. Desperately trying to stay strong and deal with all the shit that still hasn’t been sorted since you died…dragging their feet cos hey, more people have taken their lives since you did…like a metaphorical shit heap you’re somewhere near the bottom with the new bodies piling up… I once promised you justice….this country doesn’t believe in it. I’m tired. Tired of missing you. Tired of hurting constantly. Tired. I’m so done pie.