You bumble along in a little bubble, safely contained, holding the pain, adjusting to the silence, accepting it is what it is and then something bursts the bubble and you’re plunged back into the deep abyss and the reality of life without you. Hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is live without you and that doesn’t include the constant shit I’ve had to deal with in the wake of your death. To quote your little Prince…it must be great to be dead because you feel no pain. I love you but fuck me I don’t want to do any of this anymore. Cunts round every corner and dickheads in between.