It’s been an awful year.
It’s been a terrible and awful year.
Forgive me for dragging on the year but it really did start in Lunar respects so my year isn’t over
And it’s been awful
The slow realisation that without Chester I’ve lost a part of myself in that I could always go to his music and feel
And when there was something new I could …
Peak? Into how his my
Our
Sickness had been treating us and commiserate
Or sing along and
Through faults and errors
I have lost where I used to run to feel better
While still feeling
There isn’t much I can say without it all sounding entirely about me but I don’t know anything about you so how could I comment on anything besides
How much I need you to stick around
I need you to stick around so I have someone still I can sing with
I need you to stick around so I don’t spend every day worrying about your family and friends and wishing I could /had helped
I need you to stick around so I have hope that maybe something will be better for one of us
Endless unsent letters that won’t be arriving any time soon
It’s just like
I just wish I could be the reminder for every person who feels like this
That they’re worth it and needed
I just keep thinking you need a hug
Or something
I’ll just
Hope that it actually is the thought that counts and think I hope you feel better
That it gets better for you soon
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