The bitter gasoline taste of terror.
My own Tabula Rasa.
Scar me Beautiful. Scar me Flawless.
† I am so terrified.†
One of my best friends has been diagnosed with cancer. He has started Chemo but given only a few painful years to live.
I have no idea how to deal with this in a non-destructive way.
I am not throwing myself a sympathy party, but I feel so afraid. I don’t know how to help him aside from be there for him, which is difficult as he lives 5 hours away from me.
It’s an old cliche, but he does not deserve this… he has barely lived and shared his wisdom and talent. Take me instead, death.
it’s always the good people that suffer from the wrath of random evil.
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cough.
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Being there is the only thing you can do. When grandma went, all I could do was..be there. And even then..i sucked at that, dealing with it the only way I knew how. Smoke the magic make-it-all-go-away grass. I used to think gasoline smelled so good, as a kid…
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