Sorry folks, I just need to get this off my chest.
Tomorrow, friday the eighth, I am making a trip to honor the memory of a very dear and loved friend.
Carita passed away nearly a year ago, and tomorrow would be her 38th birthday. She committed a suicide due to a very long time spent on depression. I did what I could to help her, no-one can tell otherwise, but it was not enough, it seems.
I have not visited her grave since I carried her there, so tomorrow will be some day.. This night is proving to be as bad as the day tomorrow, of not more so. I cannot sleep, or even begin to think of sleeping.
A friend is good enough to take me to the grave, as long as I pay for the gas. I said to her that I cannot sleep, and she replied, 'just try to get some rest'.. Sheesh, what I really needed was a planket and a sofa and a friend, not some ill-advice... Well, maybe I am making this sound worse than it is, but it still hurts. Even after all this time..
Thanks for listening. This place is one solace in my life, thank you all for that.