Monday, 18 April 2011
08:05:06 PM (GMT)
I guess I should start out by saying, hi, I'm Molly.
I haven't been the most optimistic person lately; it's been hard to smile. I'm not a
big crier nor am I a touchy-feely kind of person, but nowadays I've been longing to
be held. The tears are seemingly endless. Mundane tasks are difficult to complete and
my head is constantly aching. Sleep is like a foreign concept.
Sam and I were close. After all, he was my big brother;
I looked up to him. I feel like he knew me better than I did myself.
He was 19, took a year off to go traveling before college; always looking for
adventure. He was driving home on 4/4/2011, 11:58pm. The light had just turned green.
He was sideswiped by a drunk driver who three times over the legal limit. My brother
died on impact; his car was totaled. And I never got to say goodbye.
How's that for an introduction, eh?
I hope I'm not portraying a needy, attention-seeker. This is my diary, after all.
I'm grieving so please respect future posts.
Last edited: 18 April 2011