There are worse things. . .

than not writing everyday.

Tragedies do occur. Being in the acting world for so long, one can forget that real life, especially in times of grief, is all-all consuming.


I agree that I sound maudlin' despite the fact that I'm trying so hard NOT to.


What I mean, is that, grief colors one's world. What I wanted to believe (what happened was a horrible dream; I will wake up tomorrow, and it will all be over), isn't even half the truth. When I wake up the next day, things won't be better; in fact, I will feel worse--- not unlike a terrible bout of influenza.


Feeling this feeling of missing someone who is no longer there reminds me of high school; loving a person who didn't love me back, the feeling that without this love, things would never be the same.


Except it's 100% worse.


There are two certainties in life, so it goes, and I'm not talking about taxes.