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No makeup nor chemicals can hide the face of death
I think I have more of an idea of where I'm going. *jumps for joy* I've actually had time to set myself straight and decide what I want. I've got it all down in my head, now if I can just put it all into motion. I'm going to my grammy's house, in MT. Sterling. Wendy's funeral was yesterday. It was so weird. To think back to a couple weeks ago and see her smile and laugh, and alive. Then to see her in the coffin. It was unerving. I was afraid to at first, but I finally got up the courage to see her one last time. That was weird as well. She looked like a doll. Everything about her. Her skin looked like porclein, her clothing perfect, her expression almost looking painted on. You just looked at her and knew that it wasn't her, not the Wendy you knew. It was a hard service to go through. I had such a hard time not crying. My cheeks are still sore from biting them to keep from crying. I didn't want to break down in front of everyone, and personally when I cry I don't like it when people try to comfort me by touching me, I think it makes it worse... Idk, guess I'm just weird. Well, I need to remember that I need to talk to Chris. So I'll use this as a reminder. Chris, if you read this. I'll email you when ever you are on, as well as me. Or maybe we'll meet up at the park or something. I don't know, I'll have to think about it.... ^_^ I don't know what it is, but ever since the funeral, after getting some sleep, I feel normal. I'm still sad, sure, but It's not the normal sad or happy, it's different, and I like the feeling. So maybe things will start getting better. God I hope so. I hope Chris doesn't move, I hope nothing dramatic happens again, I hope everything is fine with everyone. Please stay the same while I'm away. I don't want anything to change. It's going so well right now.... Well I'll post on Monday or so.
From the little girl who cried wolf
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