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Halloween was crazy. Butter Factory was crowded but we got VIP entry. Feels fucking good to ditch the queue and enter like that. When we left Butter for a while, there were still people trying to get in. LOL. That’s sad man. It was a good night but certain things still upset me. I was not expecting which explains the weird mix of feelings. Or it’s just the drinks and Halloween.

Some of us love walking – a lot.

And then cry in one corner because some things don’t go your way,  some things will forever be and some things are just unpredictable.

I’ve already let loose, lost control and threw myself around. I don’t really know how crazy I should go from here. Some things I’ve done are just too fucking unforgivable. I’m not really me anymore, am I?

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The very worst part of grief, is that you can’t control it. The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes and let it go when we can.

The very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again. And always, every time, it takes your breath away.

According to Elizabeth kubler-Ross, when we are dying or have suffered a catastrophic loss, we all move through five distinct stages of grief.

We go into denial because the loss is so unthinkable, we can’t imagine it’s true. We become angry with everyone – angry with survivors, angry with ourselves.

Then we bargain…  we beg, we plead. We offer everything we have. We offer up our souls in exchange for just one more day.

When the bargaining has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair until finally we have to accept that we have done everything we can. We let go.

We let go and move into acceptance.

We have unfinished business.

I think you’ve hurt me enough to allow your presence destroy me. I don’t know what you were thinking. One moment it was everything, the next, you just dropped me off the cliff. I shouldn’t even be holding on but I can’t let go. Yet my pride will never admit any feelings.

Yes I’m fine. I never wanted you. You’re a pawn to me like I was an accessory to your parties.