It's. Not easier, nope. It's shitty..
It not like anything else you have felt in your life
Hollow, alone, Hiltons yesterday's news. Throat closed over, panic...
no one even remembers him... nor should they...
I do... I'm supposed too... I got it.. it's my pain.. »my hurt...
Penny's, kats and georga's and kellies... all reeling in our own way...
Some worse... Then others...
I hope georga forgets... and when she is thirty, it won't be a memory, it will just be a bad dream...
Kat... she lives it with me... everyday...she sees my pain... I see hers....
It's the most fucked up, feeling you could ever have.....
I'm so damaged by the experience of Hiltons death, I wonder how I can even get out of bed.. not fare,
Really God is an asshole...
Time does not heal all wounds...
I'm crippled by the experience fuck fuck fuck....
I wish I had an insight *a Oprah Moment, that would allow it all to make sense...
I'm waiting for god to give me a sign as to why this happened to me....
Tomorrow is another day...(sigh)
God bless Sweet dreams..... don't let the bed bugs bite.... my little buddy....
Mother fucker....
