grief.
i hate how it wraps itself around me like fingers choking the life right out, slowly, suffocatingly, overwhelmingly.
i hate how i don’t know how i’m going to survive january alone. i barely survived it when i had someone, and now i don’t.
losing the rockstar doesn’t even register a blip on the radar when i see something she would’ve liked, remember something she would have said, have something i would ask her about. i can look at her picture and not burst into tears, suprisingly, but that took a while. and all of a sudden, out of nowhere something will hit me and i won’t be able to control it. at all.
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