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i wrote this after i got off today and just need to share it:
I feel like I have no right to cry, I hate it! That’s why I didn’t go to redhead, I have no place there, I’m not one to cry in public, I’m not one that likes hugs when I cry, I feel restricted when I’m in a hug and crying, it’s so hot and muggy in an embrace, whether the intent was comfort or not. I’m glad mum’s not here. If she was I’d have to explain why I’m home and that’s just not good for now.
I wonder if someone will do a tribute to him in a major work.
My tears have dried once more, I hate it!
I wish I were at redhead, I don’t know why tho
It was surreal being there in the staff common room with the rest of the year, sitting in silence, the odd sniffle. It reminds me of when my next door neighbour died in a car accident. It just all sucks! Noone my age should die! It’s too much of a reality! Far too much!
I feel like I have no right to cry, I hate it! That’s why I didn’t go to redhead, I have no place there, I’m not one to cry in public, I’m not one that likes hugs when I cry, I feel restricted when I’m in a hug and crying, it’s so hot and muggy in an embrace, whether the intent was comfort or not. I’m glad mum’s not here. If she was I’d have to explain why I’m home and that’s just not good for now.
I wonder if someone will do a tribute to him in a major work.
My tears have dried once more, I hate it!
I wish I were at redhead, I don’t know why tho
It was surreal being there in the staff common room with the rest of the year, sitting in silence, the odd sniffle. It reminds me of when my next door neighbour died in a car accident. It just all sucks! Noone my age should die! It’s too much of a reality! Far too much!