Tuesday, December 20, 2005

I'm barely able to function. Everything is taking twice as long as it should. I feel as though I'm walking in syrup. My throat keeps contracting so I can't breathe. I'm scared. I sob on public transport. I can't sleep. When I do finally get to sleep, I can't wake up. I'm angry. I feel like screaming. I laugh. I'm manic. I stamp my foot and shout "it's not fucking fair".

Apparently these are all natural reactions to death.

I just miss my dad so fucking much.

2 comments:

Rick said...

crikey when did that happen .you poor thing. much love for christmas. :(

Boudicca Lee said...

Couple of weeks ago - see below...

Xmas will be ok, with family in Brighton guest house with lots of outings to distract us from feeling too bad.

Have a good one yourself xx