Better, getting there.
I think some gin and a night of dreamless sleep helped me jolt out of my funk last night, but i'm still a little paranoid. I know Faux is gone and everything but one can't help a little of the aftershock bouncing onto him. The keyboard is beginning to work well again; but is still plenty slow thanks to my mindset. I've begun rebuilding and cleaning up, sweeping up the glass and everything, and then I actually ate a bowl of cereal without throwing the bowl at a shadow that startled me.
Yet...I still can't help but think about Dan. And Freakshow. What happened to him, them? I can imagine Dan must be so upset about the whole situation and I can't even really do anything to help. I wish I could, but I really can't. As if I needed another reason to cry, but I think all my tears have finally fallen.
Another pressing matter is Nic, and where he is. I would have thought he would have come to visit by now but I have to stop thinking about myself. Although, in thinking of myself, I have to say this is about the lowest point in my life or afterlife i've ever come to- right above dying in my car. I've never felt so useless.
I plan on going to Freakshow's funeral, Dan. If you do need me, i'm always here to talk.
Yet...I still can't help but think about Dan. And Freakshow. What happened to him, them? I can imagine Dan must be so upset about the whole situation and I can't even really do anything to help. I wish I could, but I really can't. As if I needed another reason to cry, but I think all my tears have finally fallen.
Another pressing matter is Nic, and where he is. I would have thought he would have come to visit by now but I have to stop thinking about myself. Although, in thinking of myself, I have to say this is about the lowest point in my life or afterlife i've ever come to- right above dying in my car. I've never felt so useless.
I plan on going to Freakshow's funeral, Dan. If you do need me, i'm always here to talk.