He’s dead, and they don’t even notice. I just searched the sites of the local paper, and all three local stations. Three, people, this isn’t New York City. I searched his name, the name of the motel, the street the motel is on, suicide, and drug overdose. Nothing. What gives them the right to decide […]

Why does everything have to be so complicated at such a time? I do things when I need to cope. That’s how I survive. But I’d much rather be cleaning my house than trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do about an obituary. I’m guessing I’m the one who has to do that,

You tried to make me ashamed, tried to separate us, tried to make me give him up. Well, congratulations. You got what you wanted. For being mentally ill, and an alcoholic–RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC, damn you!–he received a death sentence. But hey. He’s not messing up our lives any more, right? You have achieved your end, triumphed

Memories fade, far too quickly. I was twelve when my mom died, and I barely remember her. She deserves better than that, but what can I do? She was one of those who always ducked the camera. She gained weight when she got pregnant with her first child, and probably never thought how much the

An actal e-mail exchange, edited only for privacy and odd paragraph breaks. Yes, he had his problems, and we had some rough times. But he didn’t deserve to die! cyborgs are real they invented a diviice that can hook into the brain and give internet access tectv says its been done to 2 ppl Well,

Time goes on, without him. I feel like I’m being dragged away from him, I’m on a train and he didn’t get on before it left. I would have walked with you, Chris, even if I broke my leg jumping off… I want to go back to work. But I can’t seem to face it.

Yes, I know what the date says. But I haven’t slept yet, so it’s still Day Four. Too much happened today, but I didn’t wake up and find it was really just a nightmare, so not enough happened today. On the left side of this page, under More of My Stuff, is a link labeled