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Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck.
They are all empty. Empty. That's why I insisted upon staying alone. I don't want to be around them and their loss, even though theirs is far more profound than mine. I just want to be by myself, I want to be alone.
I can't cry. I want to. I can't. I hate it.
Shit. I don't have anybody to talk to, nobody to call.
I held his hand. He just lost his roommate to a shotgun. He said it was all right, it's been a month, and I told him, brazenly, that he's a fucking liar.
This was after he tried to apologize for my loss. MY LOSS.
Really?
...What??
Leave me alone. I am bloated with guilt. My pain is nothing, nothing
nothing.
They are all empty. Empty. That's why I insisted upon staying alone. I don't want to be around them and their loss, even though theirs is far more profound than mine. I just want to be by myself, I want to be alone.
I can't cry. I want to. I can't. I hate it.
Shit. I don't have anybody to talk to, nobody to call.
I held his hand. He just lost his roommate to a shotgun. He said it was all right, it's been a month, and I told him, brazenly, that he's a fucking liar.
This was after he tried to apologize for my loss. MY LOSS.
Really?
...What??
Leave me alone. I am bloated with guilt. My pain is nothing, nothing
nothing.