Subject line: I'm not fine.


atlanta, georgia.

I have tried to figure out what to say for 1 year, 9 months, and 27 days. People have asked me how I am doing, how my Mom is, how my Brother is, and my answer every single time is...fine. It’s not that I couldn’t write about it, I could barely even speak about it. I didn’t write about his cancer, I didn’t speak about his sickness, we were constantly, fine.