Goodbye

Goodbyes literally suck. I hate them. And it's not even like they get any easier with practice. At least, they haven't for me, and I've had a heck of a lot of practice. I'm not really sure why why they're so hard, actually. I mean, you're usually pretty sure you'll see the person(s) you're saying goodbye to again, but it's still unbelievably hard to say goodbye. It's really painful to have to say goodbye to people you've spent your whole entire life with. Or even 

people you've only known for a few years. Once you've been friends, really good friends, saying goodbye is just   plain awful. But it's a whole lot worse when you have been friends for - well, forever.

Although, I'll admit, it's harder to leave then to be left. Because when you leave, you don't know what to expect.  When you're being left, at least you still have your other friends.

Either side you're on, though, saying goodbye is hard, sometimes impossibly hard.

It doesn't matter if it's the first time, or the 50th time- it does not improve.

Then there's the I-don't-want-to-do-anything stage. I just want to sit and cry. But you can't, you have to keep on going, because the world keeps going. Everyone doesn't stop their lives to come and comfort you. You still have to get up, and eat, and live your life, even thought a giant chunk of it is now gone. And it seems unfair, that nobody else seems to get what you're going through, but you can't fix it. So you wallow in self-pity and tears for a while, then you have to get up and keep living life, still making sure not to forget. 

Keep going, don't forget. Keep going, don't forget. Keep going, don't forget. 

That's the trick. Keep going, don't forget.