like a broken clock.

In about 4 months I will be turning 24, and that feels like the weirdest thing to me. Because I still feel like I'm 22, because even though those pages on the calender keep turning and the arms on the clock keep moving,and my heart is still beating,something in me is dead, a major part of me just stopped when they told me her heart stopped and along with Monique, it never started again.

It's really unfair, because I have such wonderful people in my life, and all they get are pieces of me. Friday night I went out with some of my closest friends, we had such a nice night until I noticed the jacket I had brought was gone, I instantly panicked, and made my way to my cousins car and cried my eyes out, because I had lost Monique's jacket, someone had taken it. I know whoever took that jacket had no idea how much it really meant to me, not that it kept me warm, but that it reminded me of her, that it was hers, and they just took it.

and my friends just stood there, watching helplessly as I cried, over a jacket, I wonder how much more they will put up with. My cracks are starting to show more and more.

and I feel like a broken clock.