02.20.2004 || 01h50

Death, eh?

You know what I hate? I hate it when one of your friends loses his father and you can't say any of the trite crap that you're supposed to say because fucked if you know whether the guy's in a better place; and Christ, it was sudden so you can't even say that he isn't suffering anymore.

So you say you're sorry even though you know it sounds shallow because everytime a fried loses someone you get that familiar lump in your throat: you've lost someone irreplaceable before and you *know* how desolate it feels.

And you don't wish that on them. At any price.

And you have no way of making that clear, so you settle on 'I'm sorry to hear that.'

Yeah, I hate that.





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