Josh says to me today that I look forlorn. I tell him I'm no more forlorn than usual.
Mischa took an hour and a half to fall asleep. I managed to stay awake but Josh was already in bed when I came out and he was asleep within a few minutes.
So I laid there, crying for a few minutes. Laid there a few minutes more. Then decided to get up for a little bit.
I feel like I'm getting to the point where people are starting to think I should be over it.
But I'm not and I never will be.
My daughter died. But to the rest of the world she's just some baby that was never even born.
That sucks.
