I cleaned my room and bathroom up, I feel better.
I spent a long time talking to my mother in my bathroom mirror.. it was kinda weird I think. But then, I also think that that's what people do when they lose a relative, they talk to them.
I look at the picture of her, when she was younger, and happy.. and I just want to talk to her. I want some advice.. from my mother. How to.. run my life. Just, the kind of stuff parents are supposed to pass on.
I guess I just miss her a whole lot.. and that's all I ever say.. but it's a constant pain.