So, I've decided. Im not going to take a break. I'm not going to curl up in my room and cry. I need to accept that my sister is gone. And that I cant do anything to get her back. Yes, It's gonna be painful, Heck even as I type this It's painful. But My grandpa made me see something. Death is only temporary. I'll be able to see my sister one day when I die. And I'll remember everything about her. So what does that mean? Im coming back. And Im not going to run away from my fears and hide in my emtions anymore. I need to control them.