"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

No news that I come here talking to you on your big days as if this is a true way in which you are going to get my message. To be honest I scrolled through my last letter to you on here which was three years ago and I’m wondering how much has changed in me towards the fact that you’re gone. Soon it’s going to be seven years since you left us, and I can’t believe how hurt I still am because of this. Seems like I still can’t accept your decision to leave this world. Seems like I can’t make sense out of this. Still. I feel like I’m carrying a piece of emptyness in my chest everywhere I go, I just try to ignore it most of the time. To be honest I don’t know when I will fill it, but I know how I could. I hope that one day I will be strong enough to open my heart up to all this hurt that is left in me and that I will finaly be able to process it and make some sense out of this. I know I can do it, I guess it’s just been to hard for now. I hope you are watching over me everyday and protecting me in all the ways you can. And please take care of mom too, I can’t do that on my own aynmore. I know I am strong, but I still feel like I need your help. I hope you are happy, wherever you are. I miss you and I love you. Happy Birthday, wherever you are.

Big and little we’ll always be.