Tricia

Everybody freaked tf out

The last few minutes left me devastated and empty. Forever haunted by the look of Erika's face when she did her final act of inflicting pain upon herself. I get her, I really do.

Grief sometimes catches me up, on the train going to the city, when I'm in the kitchen, when the sun bleeds through my curtains, when someone laughs hauntingly the exact same way, or when a perfume lingers on like the memories associated with it. But I sure hope it doesn't show up at my door as a 10 year old boy, or I would lose it worse than Anna did.

girl whatever