Today is heavy.
I've decided to have the "it's okay to die" talk with Mom. I can't be selfish anymore. So, next weekend when I go home, I will have it.
Mom, if you get to see this, I'm going to be okay. I'm going to be sad for a long time, but I'm going to be okay. I'm going to be okay. I promise you that.
I don't want you to suffer anymore. You deserve to be singing and dancing with Jesus. Not stuck here in hell on earth dying. I love you always.
Heavy and light,
Niki FM.
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I hope you're doing okay...even tho I know you're not. This was emotionally hard for me to read yesterday. I love you, I can't wait to wrap my arms around you
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