Well, I'm sufficiently depressed.
It's snowing in April.
Mitch Hedberg, the funniest man to have ever walked the Earth (that I know of), died unexpectedly in a hotel room. God, if you continue to make killing young people without warning your hobby, I will never speak to you again. I'm incredibly angry at you as it is, but this is just getting ridiculous. The fact that you've made me suspect everyone I love to have a timebomb in their chest is unacceptable and I'm not sure I'll ever forgive you.
On that note, I had a dream while I was sleeping in Burlington, VT. I didn't realize I had it until hours later. I was in the Boulevard Mall, walking out of the doors next to Friday's and Zac walked in. He looked exactly the way he did the last time I saw him. He had this huge, face-consuming grin on his face. I ran at him, lept up on him and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me there, even though he never could have done so in real life. I asked him what happened, why he was there, and he said that it had all been a joke. I asked him about the body in his coffin and he said that it had been a joke, too. He started to explain, but I just started sobbing into his neck, remembering everything I'd been through in the past five months, and he just stroked my hair and laughed and laughed and laughed. He wasn't laughing about tricking me, he was laughing because he was glad to be back.
It made me miss him like a bitch yesterday. I cried in the car for a long while.
Also, just a note:
One of my favorite people in the world died for no reason not too long ago. Regardless of how much I pretend that I'm okay, I'm not. He's all I think about sometimes. It still hurts more than anything you could imagine. It's crippling and it's something that I hope you never understand, but I hope that it's something that you can accept.
posted by M.Jazz @ 11:48 AM
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