"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Today is my birthday. I remember the last birthday when you were still here. How you huged me after you said your wishes. We didn’t hug a lot, never actualy. But on my birhtday you always gave me a hug and it ment a lot to me. I miss this hug now, today. Everything is so empty and I miss you so. I try to feel you, like everyone says about the people that pass away and are dare to them – that they feel their presence and that they feel them watching over them. I don’t feel that and when I’m lonely I try to feel you and be sure that you take care of me, but I don’t feel that and it hurts so bad. I feel like you left me but I need you to be here for me. It hurts so bad that you decided to leave this planet and I feel so alone, everything feels so empty, like you left a hole in my universe. I want to know that you take care of me, feel like you are still here in a way.

”Happy birthday to one of the few people whose birthday I can remember without facebook”, you would say.

I miss you so bad.