I barely slept last night, for unrelated reasons, and I should be in bed, but I just indulged myself in looking at every single photo of Mary on Facebook, crying continuously. She was such a happy person and full of life. Just so fucking wrong that that life has been snuffed out.
Back in the full swing of crying, almost as bad as the first two weeks, and I'm talking here again. I feel like I don't want to confide in anyone about how deeply upset I am with Mary's death. I feel like all I would do would be to upset and make them worry about me. I just don't know what to do except keep crying and try to work past the grief somehow.