hi.my uncle bill died on may 13 (mothers day) of this year.we were really close.he had commited suicide.i miss him so much.i was at one point in the other bereavement,but i wanted to be with people my age.there are times when i just want to give up,that i dont care anymore what happens to me.i just want to be with him.i try and be strong for my familly but it hurts.then i came to the point that i just stoped hurting on the outside but inside i was still hurting.if you no what i mean.i feel so angery and betrayed.i hate him for putting me through this.i put on a fake smile and laugh a fake laugh just so people dont worry about me.and now well i just dont care anymore.i no i have to let him go but i dont. to let him go would mean that i am all alone in this world. i wake up everynight and think that he is still alive just to have the truth slap me in the face.he was like my dad
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