End. I just want this fucking year to end already. I have had, the worst year of my life. I’ve lost 3 people, going through a divorce and the panic attacks haven’t stopped. I am over this.
When I lose someone, people say…”just think of it as gaining a guardian angel” That’s sweet and all, but FUCK YOU.
My friend Steffanie, was murdered last night. Straight up, chased by a bonafied psycho and stabbed to death in the street. She was the sweetest girl I’ve ever known. All she ever wanted to do was help people. She and I worked together at that wine shop out in po dunk Florida, and though our boss tried to turn us against each other…we only became closer friends. And now, she’s gone. And the goddamned newspapers can’t even get her name right!
I’m so fucking pissed off right now…I can’t even think straight. But if I don’t write…I’ll cry and I have done enough of that this year.
If I didn’t have to work, I’d be drunk off my ass right now. But ive done enough of that this year too…
So, For Steffanie, I’m going to pull my shit together. For Steff, I’m going to knock off my shenanigans and get back with the program. It’s what she would have wanted