What to do, what to do?

Alright, peeps. It’s a pretty good bet that I’m stuck with a Maid of Honour dress, given that I’ve not only not heard from N, but she also ‘unfriended’ and blocked me from Facebook last night.

I guess I’m very scary.

It’s probably the tattoos.

So, here’s the dress….

Straps?

Strapless?

I’m taking suggestions as to what I should do in it.

Let’s have fun with this.

And, yes, my friend, R’s, mad Photoshop skillz will most certainly be put to use.

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I think I take it too seriously.

I think that I am naive.

What friends don’t do

*Sigh*

Where to begin?

If I could scream

I would scream so many things at the world and at Erica’s family and friends and, yes, even at myself, if I could.

If it was an appropriate response.

If I could bring myself to do it.

Anger

I’m angry.

Mouse in the house

Okay, so I’m afraid of mice.

I have no idea why.

Wandering through Vegas

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I am overflowing with memories. The same ones I have always wanted to be able to put into words. They are so vivid in my mind. The neon colours have turned pastel over the years, but the imprint is so finely etched, I will never lose them. Sometimes, I fear otherwise.

There were days, weeks, months when I felt guilty for being able to breathe.

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This.

Coping

I don’t feel like I am, actually.

Coping, that is.

Moving on

It’s been two weeks since Erica’s funeral and, already, I’ve heard people talk about the need to move on.

Memorial sermon for Erica

Following is the text of the Memorial Sermon that Reverend Deanne Patchett gave for my sister.