I keep seeing my grandpa’s casket being lowered into the ground over and over in my head.
I tried going out with a friend for a distraction this evening. It helped, but it was awkward and I didn’t know what to do when he said he had a “crush” for a long time.
I actually really like him. He’s funny and nice.
I think I freaked him out with the bipolar thing though. Which is probably good. He’s a good boy and well, I’m not so good.
Anyway, I’m stuck with this image in the cemetery. It sucks.
I don’t know if I can get rid of it.
When I’m not having those, I see him laying in the casket. Makeup filling his fingernails.
Not a fan.
I just want to throw up.
It’s very distressing.
I don’t think I should be allowed to go to funerals.
They never go well for me. I’m never okay and it’s not really closure.
I just am glad it’s all over with.
What a mess.
Hopefully, I can just sleep.
These images are terrible.
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