Dear Mitch Lucker,
I’m writing to you because you once said things do get better. And I don’t know, I was just wondering when maybe? Because that’s what I need. Some form of certainty that this won’t last forever. That I won’t always be so sad and that my dad won’t always be the dark cloud over my life. I know my grandma is about to join you, wherever the afterlife is. I’m not sure that I’m ready to let go of her yet but there’s nothing I can do. It’s like I feel my life falling about around me and I am utterly helpless. So if you are listening, when does it stop?
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