August is one of the most difficult months for me, my grandfather passed away August 23rd, 2019. From the start of August and now it’s almost the end of August. August slipped away without a hello or goodbye. Twenty-three was significant for me because I lost my grandfather on the twenty-third, but when I turned twenty-three I lost my grandmother and a close friend as well. Twenty-three will be forever a memory to me, while August will be a month I will cherish, just like April. The twenty-four and twenty-eight will be two days I cherish as well. It’s interesting how numbers from before give you another meaning in life. The twenty-eighth of February my husband and I got married, The twenty-eighth of April I lost a close friend of mine. The twenty-third of January is my birthday, but the twenty-third of August is when I lost my grandfather. Like January twenty-fifth is my grandfather's birthday and I am twenty-five years old. It’s cool how numbers can have heartbreaking events happen on those days, then years later have a whole new meaning.

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Don’t act like your kind, like you know me. The toughest part is walking away from a life you once knew. Walking away from certain relationships that only drained you. I would rather hurt forever, than reopen a relationship that will never be amend. You know this moment, don’t you? Being haunt from a childhood, that had a very little of happiness. A smile to hide a painful life no one knew you had. Now living  life where your anger doesn’t get tested. You no longer have control over me. I earned my achievements and you can’t take credit of it. Once a painful moment, is a life freed from pain but forever scared from the experiences. Trauma that will be carried through each year, will eventually be a scar that heals but will be forever remembered. 

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