I started to really think about everything,

I don't like too, so I stopped.

I don't know if I will ever be able to say that I have come to terms with my sisters death, or that I except it. I know she is dead, I get it. I feel it, I live it, but I don't like it.

There is so much I need to talk to her about, and although I still do, it will never be the same, it is not enough. There parts of me that only she got, there are emotions and things I could only convey to her, and unless you are a twin you will never understand exactly what I'm feeling, It's something I have to live with the rest of my life.


I will always be incomplete, I'm missing a piece of me, a person who Ive never once been without. I'm afraid I'm always gonna be grasping for something I know I will no longer have in this lifetime.