Dec 03, 2007 21:45
I...there must be something wrong with me.
He's...gone, completely enough that he may as well be dead. It feels like it, anyway, and I know that's irrational but that's how it feels. As if he died.
By all rights, I should...I don't know. I don't know how I should be feeling, what's the right way to grieve, because I've never lost someone this close to me before, and even if I had...I mean, his...he's still alive. He's not Demyx, but he's still alive. He's...
Regardless. However I should be feeling, I find myself...I have an engagement, this Saturday, and I am quite looking forward to it. And it feels like...like I should not...I don't know. I'm having trouble articulating myself, of course.
I don't. I don't know what to do. Perhaps I should...
I think I shall see if Philip and the others have any more notes they need me to transcribe. That should...allow me to simply not think for a while.
demyx is dyme,
eeeeeee-moe