I'm Scared of Moving On.

I can't wrap my head around the fact that I have lost so much this past year. And the fact that I'm turning 16 and I see that as some sort of turning point. It is the preceding "big" number to 18. So tonight, while home alone, I began thinking about everything. how much I miss my grandmother, my aunt, my "relationship" with my dad, my rock. I miss my best friend and I miss not having my brother next to me, divided by a half foot wall. I miss it all. I really and truly do. I just want to cry until I cannot cry anymore.