My dead dreams.

I proper have some shit nights where all I think about is Hannah. I spend hours just looking at facebook messages and her tumblr/instgram/twitter. It makes me feel closer to her. Her tumblr is the worst to read. That’s where she really put what she was thinking. There’s a sad post about a friend who was giving her shit and not making an effort with her which upsetting because I know the friend and how awful she feels about not being there for her. But that’s just how their friendship was. Always falling out and making up again. It’s just a shame that they never made up. 

I have a box of Hannah’s stuff her Mum gave me. That’s also nice to look at. Just a few little nick-nacks that really define how Hannah was. 

I’d love to know how she would have turned out. If we would have remained as friends or would we have drifted apart because lets face it, she would have gone to uni. We were so similar so I’d be surprised if we didn’t stay bezzies. I guess It’s something we’ll never know unless I can see into a parallel universe.

 It’s weird how there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where she hasn’t popped into my head. That’s an awful lot of thinking about someone who you’ll never see again.