index | archives | notes Saturday, Jan. 18, 2014 1:01 a.m. << [ The Short End ] >> New year, two and a half months later, I still miss her. I still sob on my drives home from work thinking about the summer I should have spent with her, the thank you notes I should have written, the last birthday card I should have cherished more. The world's moved on just the way it's supposed to, just the way I hate, and I'm alone with my grief. Die first and miss out on all the fun, or die last and say goodbye to everyone you love one by one. Talk about a raw deal. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org