Onii

May 25, 2005 10:58

I knew it when you said you needed me to contact you. I knew something awful had happened. I just didn't think it was that.

Or maybe I didn't want to believe it was that.

I feel like throwing myself off a building would be pleasing. I feel like meticulously carving my inner organs out would be a good feeling.

Whitney, thank you for thinking of getting the news to me. Call me some time, I need to know how you are doing. I need to know if...god, I don't even know what I need. Just call me, please.

Nothing could have prepared me for this. Nothing could have prepared me to lose my best friend and my brother. I thought I couldn't feel anything, but apparently I can.

And now I desperately wish I couldn't.
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