Ha, don't mind me. I just miss you. Its funny to see "come back, asshole" like I obviously meant lj and now I mean "come back, asshole" to this mortal coil.
I don't feel like I have... anywhere to grieve. it all feels either too public or too private. no one got you and no one gets me, but we were just two weird souls vibin and i miss that.
i smoke a lot now, its funny because i used to not. alcohol tears up my insides. but what really tears up my insides is livin in a place where you aren't. and i cant even call or nothin. its all bullshit.
whatever. i'm sure ill make some other stupid comment another year from now makin an absolute fool of myself. smell ya later, larry. haunt me if ya want. 999
larry you haunt my dreams sometimes n its weird. i was sledding off your roof. idk why. its always your house. and its always a little different but also mostly the same.
idk i just miss you. someone came to your fb "missin lara" page (because YOU HAD YOUR STUPID WALL SETTINGS SO WE CANT POST ON YER WALL EVEN THO YER A GHOST). and anyway they mentioned the lj days and i was just like, shit, i should go make a stupid comment with my stupid public grief.
just wish i could just talk to you. miss you bud. love u
hey larry. i had a dream you were murdered. and then i killed your murderer. it was fucking wild. your mom had like 10 cats. cats typically are a symbol of freedom and liberation for me, so i hope that mostly means good stuff.
i keep wanting to talk to your mom and i dont know what to say. when you died, a ton of shit happened. the whole world has gone to hell in a handbasket. moreso than usual. its weird. its like you, or lil bub, or skittles... something was holding back the apolcalypse. still, idk
i just miss you. id murder your killer in my dreams again if i could. keep on haunting me in my dreams.
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I don't feel like I have... anywhere to grieve. it all feels either too public or too private. no one got you and no one gets me, but we were just two weird souls vibin and i miss that.
i smoke a lot now, its funny because i used to not. alcohol tears up my insides. but what really tears up my insides is livin in a place where you aren't. and i cant even call or nothin. its all bullshit.
whatever. i'm sure ill make some other stupid comment another year from now makin an absolute fool of myself. smell ya later, larry. haunt me if ya want. 999
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larry you haunt my dreams sometimes n its weird. i was sledding off your roof. idk why. its always your house. and its always a little different but also mostly the same.
idk i just miss you. someone came to your fb "missin lara" page (because YOU HAD YOUR STUPID WALL SETTINGS SO WE CANT POST ON YER WALL EVEN THO YER A GHOST). and anyway they mentioned the lj days and i was just like, shit, i should go make a stupid comment with my stupid public grief.
just wish i could just talk to you. miss you bud. love u
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i keep wanting to talk to your mom and i dont know what to say. when you died, a ton of shit happened. the whole world has gone to hell in a handbasket. moreso than usual. its weird. its like you, or lil bub, or skittles... something was holding back the apolcalypse. still, idk
i just miss you. id murder your killer in my dreams again if i could. keep on haunting me in my dreams.
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