the four right chords can make me cry

aftermath
i found myself smiling so much more today, talking and thinking about so many other things not related to death, funerals, separation and loss, that i thought i was ok.
but when i sat down to write my journal, it all came back to me, every detail suddenly sharp, out of the midst of my normally fuzzy memory. i have been through a lot these few days, more than i realise. and i've learnt a lot, more than i have the capacity to reflect upon.
but thanks for meeting me for lunch today, though i hadn't thought of all these things then. writing is catharsis for me, but telling someone is even better. unfortunately, it seems i need a script.
i need a break too.

posted by beckyboo @ 1:08 AM