The fucked up thing about grief is that when people see you in pain they avoid you, then when you try to hide the pain they assume that you're fine.
Or I just don't have good people in my life but wbk that already. Aunti was one of two good people in my life I could confide in, the other is my sister. And I don't want to bother her because she just started her brand new life in Canada, busy with her classes and her friends.
