I dunno, I felt like posting a little. A little lost and confused a tthe moment, but then, hard news does that.
A friend of mine killed herself last night. Was she my best friend? No. Was she a really good friend? No. But she WAS a friend. And so I sit, in a dazed bit of a stupor, watching people who hated her, who told her that she was a worthless disgusting person pbecause of what she was, try and pretend that they were her best friend. That they just loved her. All so they can try to play the victim in her suicide.
It has been said, that grieving is a selfish thing to do. That you only grieve because YOU miss them, because YOU wanted the