Today,
I had a fight with kellie about georga, over nothing at the end of the day...
She wants to go home , I agreed that I would go home..
At the end of it neither of us went home...
Writing this reads silly, I'm sure we sounded stupid.
The girls went inside and I boarded by myself
-4
sunny,
with a wisp of snow,
no wind....
2pm....
It was a beautiful afternoon and I bust out in tears.
Un fucking controllable.......
So fuck up,
I can believe it,
I'm sure 10-20-30 years from now my kids are gonna read this and wonder where I was coming from..
Sitting in the snow, crying sobbing ,
I wanted to turn back time , and keep Hilton on life support,
the guilt over ran me today...
Why WHY the fuck...... Fuck I feel so guilty today.... Sitting in the snow...
I miss Hilton,
Goerg and kat wish everyone could be here on the mountain with us, hilton , ciaran ian and david........
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Son of a bitch...... MF'er
I so tired of not sleeping
I'm so tire of the waves of sadness,
I'm so fed up with feeling lonely
Or having flashes of hilton in the hospital..
Its been a little over 63 days since he died.....
Kellie says we have post traumatic stress disorder....
I'm sure she is right......
I went back to the condo,
Saw the girls, laid in my bed,
Georga has come into my room to make sure I'm ok...... Her and I made up this afternoon...
I love her so much , she a good girl...
We are going swiming...
Done....
Actually georg is nagging me to stop typing and come swimming
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