(The last slide has her gore sfx, so b careful, my children)
Hopefully, you’re sleeping, but I wanted to tell you something that’s been on my mind
I have PTSD, you know that. But like, it’s been pretty bad lately. I don’t want to bother you with it every time something happens bc I know it generally lessens after a while, but it’s been pretty rough lately.
These are some of my favourite pics of you. I like them all for different reasons, but they all have similarities. Like the first one. It’s one of my more recent pics of you. So when I open the folder of your pics, it comes up first. Sometimes I get super stressed and I don’t feel like talking. So I just look at the pictures of you. I look at your cute lil nose or your cheeks or your pretty hair or your doe eyes. Everything about you is beautiful. There are screenshots of texts from you, too. I read them and they’re just as beautiful. I know I don’t always come to you when something’s wrong, but you always help anyway. 💛 Every time I look over the pics I have of you, I fall in love all over again, I imagine your voice, and I think about holding you, as cheesy as it sounds.