I miss you so much and it hurts to think I never had you.
There's a box of individually wrapped after dinner mints in my living room. I enjoy after dinner mints.
I spoke to my mom tonight. She is at work. She told me about a man that died today. He was 44 and fell 20 storey's a few days ago. His family came down from brrrgmmfsh Carolina (I forgot which one, they should only have one, and it should be the North one, (remember that movie North. I think it was the one about the kid trying to find a family.) and the South one should just change it's name.) yesterday. They say he was working for some company down here but none of them knew what company ("them" being: his parents, sister, wife and two children). They can't find his personal belongings, which is probably why it took the hospital a while to find his family to notify them. My mom thinks it was suicide, I'm thinking foul play. She said the family were hicks so they'd probably not investigate.
I have a confession to make: Most mornings, about an hour after I get up if I sleep, I cry. I cry hard. I cry hard thinking 'I'll laugh about how depressed I am today someday, maybe even later on today', but I mostly keep the sad amusement repressed. I really want to take drastic measures these mornings. But, then I listen to freaking NO FLASHLIGHT and no, everything's not ok, but I can make it through this mourning, this day. I can come up with positive, though temporary and partial, solutions. Why am I so sad you ask? But all I have to offer is__
__"I'm sorry"
I spoke to my mom tonight. She is at work. She told me about a man that died today. He was 44 and fell 20 storey's a few days ago. His family came down from brrrgmmfsh Carolina (I forgot which one, they should only have one, and it should be the North one, (remember that movie North. I think it was the one about the kid trying to find a family.) and the South one should just change it's name.) yesterday. They say he was working for some company down here but none of them knew what company ("them" being: his parents, sister, wife and two children). They can't find his personal belongings, which is probably why it took the hospital a while to find his family to notify them. My mom thinks it was suicide, I'm thinking foul play. She said the family were hicks so they'd probably not investigate.
I have a confession to make: Most mornings, about an hour after I get up if I sleep, I cry. I cry hard. I cry hard thinking 'I'll laugh about how depressed I am today someday, maybe even later on today', but I mostly keep the sad amusement repressed. I really want to take drastic measures these mornings. But, then I listen to freaking NO FLASHLIGHT and no, everything's not ok, but I can make it through this mourning, this day. I can come up with positive, though temporary and partial, solutions. Why am I so sad you ask? But all I have to offer is__
__"I'm sorry"