Wake me up

Ive been using this thing like a journal lately.

I hate my life without my daddy. I hate night time the most. It's when memories keep flooding back and reminding me he's gone and I'll never get to see him again.

I know I already said it feels like a piece of me has died. A piece of me has died and I feel like I'll never be the same Misha that existed before he died. My rose tinted glasses have been shattered and everything good I ever thought, just isn't as good anymore.

Popcorn won't be as good.

Movies won't be as good.

Candy won't be as good.

My whole world has shifted, lost a shade of color, like it's gone extinct.

I hate falling asleep and I hate waking up. Sleep is the only escape. It's still a nightmare I'm in, I just do things to distract myself from time to time, like I'm lucid dreaming. I don't want to be here right now, but I know I have to keep moving forward. It's just a feeling.

This too shall pass. That's what he would tell me.

I wouldn't wish this pain on my worst enemy. It honestly feels like someone is literally squeezing my heart.

Please someone wake me up.