Nov 21, 2009 02:24
Howdy, y'all.
Gotten high a lot recently. Really bad for my diet.
Oh well.
Had many deep, thought-provoking conversations with Sean.
Analysis? Sad Panda.
We've played a lot of Super Mario Bros. Wii.
So fun.
Ah, nostalgia.
Tonight, Sean asked me how I'm dealing.
On a scale of one to ten.
First number that pops into my mind; 4.
Because I know eventually I will be OK.
Just a long road ahead.
Difficult.
Sad. Somewhat Alone. Painful.
I keep thinking about things I need to tell him. Them.
Never again.
Sean asked me what I would do now that they're both gone.
My reply: I don't know.
He then asked how I felt about not knowing.
Terrified.
Terrified.
Many bad dreams lately, but are still the best.
They're there.
They've died, but are alive. But are still going to die soon.
But.
I can hear them.
I can talk to them.
I can hug them.
Tell them I love them.
Cry with them.
Have them hold me.
Hear them say they love me.
Wake up. Sobbing.
Happy and sad tears.
I got my wish; to see them again.
Bittersweet.
Sometimes go back to sleep.
Sometimes don't want to get out of bed.
Friends get me up.
Friends show me they care.
Tell me they love me. No homo.
Show me I'm not alone.
And I'm not.