Four months ago, I had a chat with a friend a week after my dad passed away. She said the hardest part would be three months after the death. Because that’s when you think you’ve moved on but that feeling you get is actually deceiving you. You think after three months, after life is back to motion, you think everything’s okay. But it’s not.
I wish my dad didn’t had to pass away yet. I feel so lost and lonely. I don’t even know where to start and to be honest, I’ve lost all sense of motivation. Been skipping classes and doing my assignments last minute. There are days when I go to classes an hour late. I just don’t feel the inspiration or the urge to go on.
Four months down the road, I think she’s right.