22 July 2013
How bittersweet, to come to the end, to arrive at a death of someone you care about–and to realise that there is nothing you can do about it.
Yeah. That’s my day–crying over the death of fictional characters. I had to lie down. Was curled up into a ball all afternoon.
And now it’s past midnight and I can’t sleep and I will probably go through everything again.
PS. I stared at this for awhile and tried to write something profound, but I can’t. So now I’m going to bed (again) with a box of tissues by my side and some aspirin because I predict weeping myself to sleep.