At 4:30 am on this day my aunt died.

She was diagnosed with breast cancer in December 2007.  She lived her life to the full from then on, but it still seems so unfair that my mother survived and that my cousins’ mother (respectively 11 and 9) died.

Why does this happen?  I don’t want to be sad anymore.  I don’t want to be strong anymore?  I don’t want to cry anymore.  I just want to be.

“I’m dying, praying, bleeding and screaming…my God my Tourniquet return to me, Salvation!!!!’” – evanescence.