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  • It’s Three Years Since You Died

    Another year: the third. My lucky number is three. You told me once that it was a stupid number to have as a lucky number because it’s so prevalent. Or maybe that was Will? It was years ago, so who…

    / November 1, 2017
  • With Thanks To Sharon Needles

    Growing up, the 31st October was the one time I felt like losers like me came to the forefront. I’ve spoken before about how Hallowe’en felt like my natural calling as a kid, so I won’t recap that here. I…

    Grief, Hallowe'en
    / October 31, 2017
  • The Second Year

    Today marks the second year. Two years ago I woke up and everything was normal. Just a couple hours into the day I checked my phone and it was chaos. Messages and missed calls and voicemails – voicemails, for fucks…

    / November 1, 2016
  • Fifth Of July

    Today is the fifth of july. One year ago today I was sit in my room, hungover, on a comedown, confused, upset, worried and generally “not in a great place”. On the fourth of July last year I spent the…

    / July 5, 2016
  • Happy 27th: The Age You Will Not See

    In the first few weeks after you died, my mind was constantly on overdrive, supplying a never-ending stream of memories I didn’t know I had. There were random flashbacks, endless unrelated questions, and huge, over-powering emotions. Entire conversations dredged up…

    / April 21, 2016