It's hard, of course it's hard, but I think I may be coming to terms with it ( Read more... )

God, this is hard. I keep hearing, It's all so unreal. I can't believe it happened. Is there anything I can do?And it seems everyone wants to hug me ( Read more... )

There are so many things I want to know. I want to know how Whitney's doing, and I want to know how Stephanie's doing, and I want to know that the ceremony was just as beautiful as it needed to be. I want to know what songs were played, and I want to know exactly what happened ( Read more... )

I knew it when you said you needed me to contact you. I knew something awful had happened. I just didn't think it was that ( Read more... )

Another good night, but I can't say I'm happy right now. I'm not.

One song he played...it hit right where it hurts. Even though I was crying, and even though each word seemed to pull at me just a little harsher, I didn't want that song to end. It moved me past the point of coherent thoughts.

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Excited. Still frustrated and pissed off, but very excited ( Read more... )

Rant time ( Read more... )

Nothing feels right here.

Nothing can seem to cover it this time. It's always there. It's always tugging my sleeve. It's always lodging an axe in my brain. It's everywhere, all the time. I am no longer in control of anything. It's always fucking there.

ALWAYS. I HATE YOU FOR THIS ALWAYS.

Bottlers can suck my big, black, juicy cock.
That is all.

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