There's only a couple of days until my mom's would-be birthday. Sometimes I wake up thinking she's still alive; Since I didn't live with her, every day just felt like a regular day... And then I remember that she's not and I get emotional. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that she's really gone, though. It's just... Surreal.
I'm still mad at that "friend" who said that they wouldn't be upset if they were in my place (regarding my mom's death). Of course they would say that because they don't like their own mother... But that doesn't mean it's the same case for everyone else. I still love my mom regardless of her past actions, and I stand firmly on that. Some people truly suck.