taintedtreasure asked:
I know! People tell me that they want to help me get through this and then shut off when I actually try to tell them about it. And actually, I meant that it was three weeks before both my birthday and Easter. It wasn't my birthday at the time. It still hurt though, and the next day I had to go out with my Aunt, my band director, and several students of his to see Porgy and Bess, which he had got us all really good seats to earlier in the year. Really didn't want to go through with it.

Oh okay I see. The most I get from a lot of people is the sympathy card, which I hate hate hate. My mom was diagnosed when I was in 8th grade and died when I was in 9th, she actually ended up living almost 6 times longer than she was supposed to. A lot of my friends assume that since I’ve been dealing with it for a while, that I’m strong enough and don’t need to be checked up on every now and then. 

It was really sudden when my mom died, I wasn’t home I was at a friend’s house. I feel guilty for not being there when my dad and brothers were, but kindof feel like it was a blessing as my mom wouldn’t have wanted me to see her like that.