Well its been 2 days since i found out he died. I thought i would be okay i felt alright as long as i was playing video games or just distracted myself in general. I havent cried for a fear that i would scare my sisters. i skipped dinner twice and have eaten the absolute minimal. I thought i could get throught this and that i would be used to death like this by now but im not. Ive had this constant feeling and thoughts about how i let him down. how i let everyone down by letting it happen. I stopped talking to most of my close friends because they have all their own problems to deal with im scared i will just burden them and my whole life i felt like since all this dumb shits happened to me i feel like i take the attention away from those who need it most honestly i feel terrible for even writing this right now but i dont know what to do. I feel lost and like i have terribly dissapointed everyone.
ever since he died i have started thinking about people and who I have failed and dissapointed. who i have screwed over and who I should be there for. I have a sibling who was adopted into another family when we were kids. the mother reached out to me telling me she would like me to be part of my siblings life and i deleted my social media to avoid it. i felt like i would only ever burden my sibling and now when i reached out the mother decided to block me and not let me be part fo my siblings life. i dont know if this is just me being manic or what but ever since he died i’ve felt like i should do things before its too late. ive been such a bad sister to so many lovely children.
the pain i feel in my chest when i think about all the people i have thrown out of my life it just hurts to a new level. i think im scared that i wont get to say goodbye. what if something happens to me or them and i cant say sorry for being such a terrible sister such a terrible friend idek. Ive had so many people die on me and i couldnt say goodbye or sorry. I cant stop thinking and i just want it to stop. its a torrent of thoughts i would do anything to make stop.
When i try to sleep i think about them all and i think of how much better i should have been. i think about what a shit dad my dad was when they were alive i think about everything and i cant do anything but blame myself. I wish i could be a better person.
in the time that it took for me to think about this (all weekend) i have developed a enw hate for myself and i dont know what to do anymore i just dont know. im filled with grief, and hate, and just in general i thought i would be fine. i just want it to stop.
whoever reads this thanks for even reading it.