realise i have only put one entry into this blog, which just shows im much more fascinated by boobies on the site than self absorption in the form of blogging. but writing about myself will keep me occupied this short few minutes and empty my mind for a while.
having trouble coping with the death of my cousin a couple months ago. iv spent so long thinking that i would never let us drift apart over the years and telling myself that he would always be there that i sometimes struggle to understand how he can be gone. i always fear losing people and i feared losing him the most as iv seen how relatives drift away from each other as they age and my family has always been so close.
i have always felt pity for religious people living their lives ruled by lies, but now im almost jealous for the comfort they have in believing they will join with old friends after death. all im left with is an empty space and no way to refill it.
Each Second Counts
- final words of Paul James Morrow
having trouble coping with the death of my cousin a couple months ago. iv spent so long thinking that i would never let us drift apart over the years and telling myself that he would always be there that i sometimes struggle to understand how he can be gone. i always fear losing people and i feared losing him the most as iv seen how relatives drift away from each other as they age and my family has always been so close.
i have always felt pity for religious people living their lives ruled by lies, but now im almost jealous for the comfort they have in believing they will join with old friends after death. all im left with is an empty space and no way to refill it.
Each Second Counts
- final words of Paul James Morrow