Bones
Istill felt like shit about my dad leaving me the way he had, even a few days later. But I was doing the only thing I knew for a fact he would have wanted, and I pushed forward regardless. I went through the motions of living, forcing myself to keep existing, fully in the knowledge that one day I would find a way to recover. I might not know much about life, but surviving dark times was something I was familiar with, and I'd make it through.
