Dear Journal...

I know I haven't updated this in a while...but oh well.
Moving on...

I've started having nightly talks with her. (You know who i'm talking about when I say 'her.')
Well, I only started tonight...but shush.
When I do this, I usually talk to her until 12AM my time.
Sometimes I ask questions. (And no one needs to know those)
Sometimes I ask for help/advice.
Sometimes I ask her if she can hear me.
Sometimes I ask if she can come back.
Sometimes I ask how Heaven is.
Even though she probably can't hear, I think she's listening, so I do it anyway.

I just really wish she could talk back to me.
But, of course, she can't... I guess that's one of the perks of being dead...

Ya wanna know what else I wish?
That your loved ones who have passed away, like my mom, could visit you and talk to you in dreams, like cats in StarClan would.
Sadly, that's not possible... I wish it was.

I wish too much. Maybe I should stop...
My dreams never come true, anyway.

"If it doesn't open...it's not your door."
-Unknown