7 stages of grieving (for a lack of a better word)
1.denial (saying that i didn't feel anything when bam 5mins later...)
2.anger (clenching and unclenching my fists and punching stuff)
3.madness (burning his hair and laughing nonstop after)
4.delirium (talking to myself and just laughing really quietly)
5.retail theraphy (hello belt,blazer,vs top.bye bye 100bucks)
6.yet to be discovered
7.he says it's sleep (haven't reached this yet)

7 states of grieving (for a lack of a better word)
1.having smudged eyeliner (running mascara is a bonus)
2.red red eyes
3.grimy skin
4.smelling like an ashtray
5.oily like hell hair
6.dry mouth
7.sore throat and headache from 16sticks

i really love you for being there yesterday.and not saying/asking unnecessary things.and just sitting there smoking with me though i doubt i was much fun to be with.and trying to make me laugh.and having mindfucked conversations.not having an answer to my question how can one think about not thinking,does that just not happen naturally.and braving cold water despite pokies.and chatting until you went to watch your show.thank you baby.i promise you that hair grows.like how as you said love can be found and time regained when we die.live fast die young right?