It seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern. I´m too much of an erratic, moody, baby! I don´t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it´s better to burn out then to fade away...
When he left...he took everything with him. But the abscense of him is everywhere I look.. It´s like a huge hole has been punched trough my chest. But in a way I´m glad...the pain is my only reminder that he was real...








