I really miss you

i should stop missing you. but sometimes i get too high. you started reacting to my messages today. why. do you hate me?

i was interrupted when writing by a lady asking for money. i promise that when I'm famous and rich I'll give money to people who care for bunnies. that's the only cause I'm passionate about, but if i get like actually really really rich then I'll donate to others too :) 

i looked up and the sky and thought of her. not the girl i usually talk about. my grandma. she's always with me. i really, really miss her. I'll never stop missing her, because she did love me. she loved me. and i love her. she's my grandma. i miss her. i wonder what she'd think. What she thinks. When I think about you, everything else turns gray in comparison. Nothing matters. No matter what I do, you're gone. You're really gone. That's the wound I'll always carry with me. Because I love you. And I don't want to forget you.