It's been 2 months since Max died.
I want to talk about him but I feel like I have now been forgotten.
It seems like everyone is moving on, I am not.
I hate my home, I need to get out of it.
Its messy, it's cramped it is no longer functioning as a home.
But I don't want to touch anything,
I can't bring myself to make changes.
I can't bring myself to go through his things.
I am lost.
I am confused.
I am alone.
I am crying.
I miss him.