the feeling of missing you is sometimes to hard to bear. I have always loved you and always will. I have never needed to talk to someone as much as I need you know. you always listened to me and I need that right know. I feel like my friends don’t even really like me and the world is out to get me. I’m thinking about taking a vow of silence but I think my parents will think I’m joking but I’m not. I’ve never felt this alone in my life. I can be in a crowd of people who say they love me and say they care and still feel alone. my perfect world that I created inside my head is dyeing and instead it is filling with pain and loss and the fear that I wont be able to feel better. my world is dyeing because reality happened. my best friend always says she loves me but I feel like she just sais it because she’s nice and doesn’t want to hurt my feelings. I’ve never been bullied in my life until now. I wish reality never happened and I could just hide inside my head and act like every thing is still ok. nothing is still ok because your dead. I don’t want to be alone anymore GG, I need you. your funeral is in a few weeks and the only thing I would say to you if I got one more chance would be this: “GG, I’m so sorry I couldn’t see you more and I’m sorry your gone. you always made me smile and I’m glade you got to have one last Mexican mocha before you died.” GG<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
the feeling of missing you is sometimes to hard to bear. I have always loved you and always will. I have never needed to talk to someone as much as I need you know. you always listened to me and I need that right know. I feel like my friends don’t even really like me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-560","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/560","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=560"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/560\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=560"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=560"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=560"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}