My heart is troubled because my Dad is grief stricken, but I am not sad because I know that Jaz lives again on an incomparible cosmos. I know that it is ok to cry, but it won't come because I know this. Showing weakness around people who are hovering at an emotional rock bottom is like salt on wounds. Someone has to be strong.
*raises hand*
In the paper today. The red beamer.

1 comment:
Oh gosh Camille she didn't have a chance did she.
That's awful.
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