
Nobody cares though they think Im just been stupid and putting it on.
When he first died we found out at about 9am in the morning at first I couldn't cry I was just shocked it was the evening that I burst into tears but everyone was mean to me especialy my brother he accussed me of attention seeking and putting it on and the rest of the family agreed with him and they were all very abusive to me

Im also a goth so a black cat suited me I feel my heart break in half when I see a black cat and even when I see Emily the strange drawings.
I act like Im fine round my family and put a smile on my face if I talk to him but really Im not fine and if I ever show it my sister tells me that I can't be missing him after all this time.
I just don't know what to do I just wish I could have him back
