Well this is interesting isn't it? The pit till death. Till death do us part. The sirens blare. Why can't we talk about it? His death, her death, its always about death. It's all over. You'll never get used to it. It's the fact of life people tell us to face but can we really? What about the form death takes. Does that change the way we feel about it? It shouldn't. They're gone no matter what. And it sucks. Holy fuck does it suck. I really wish I knew what to tell you. You're taking it really hard and not letting me in. If we're still on, I'm making brownies.
This is ridiculous. The therapist is proud. The best friends are proud. I'm stepping up, not backing down. I'm singing my song and don't really care who it is singing along.
Thats all for now.
I have to pee.
Love,
The sting of a bitch
Ps. Maybe he was right. Fuck this sucks.
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