This week is really hard for me. Its been building...the one year anniversary of Michaels death will be Sunday and its so damn sad/scary/fucked up in every way. One year....that hes further away from me. It hurts...it hurts so friggin bad. I want to go to our park on Sunday.....just walk around, talk to him in my head, think about all our funnymemories there. Jim (my boyfriend) said he will be there for me if I want him to. I do want him there...i need someone to be with me...im going to be a wreck, I know this already. I dont want Sunday to come.