I dunno, maybe it's because I took a sleeping pill the first night after he passed

So it wasn't as bad,

But last night damn,

It's like you know when you wake up in the middle of the night just to turn over and go back to sleep?
And you barely remember anything...
Well last night was like... Everytime I woke up just a little it became a lot and a thought in my head would pop up:

"Omg, he's freaking dead"

I know it's still early, but I thought the sight of him would at least get me past the acceptance/denial stage of grief,
But now it's just hanging me.
Ugh