Disturbingly Calm.

[shackonarock]

It's hard to think clearly when you're face is inches away from the firing end of a double barrel sawed off shotgun. I remember that the first thing I thought was, "Is this real or am I being punked?". It was real. Too real.
This sort of feels like that. Losing Anna feels so surreal. It's really hard to believe that she's gone.
I hate this.