tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052086417170497038.post8441423674630941443..comments2023-05-30T03:22:11.679-07:00Comments on The Reverted Butterfly: Happy birthday Kris-you deserved to be my 41Wittygrittyinvisiblegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09412427864052043032noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052086417170497038.post-2987874219330039122012-03-04T02:31:18.259-08:002012-03-04T02:31:18.259-08:00Thanks you guys. If I'm honest, today was just...Thanks you guys. If I'm honest, today was just sad. Other people say they will raise a glass when they're out tonight, which is so sweet but holy hell. The fact that I'm upstairs, alone, just slowly weeping sucks. My frozen tv dinner still is sitting on my bed, cold 7 hours later. I feel like this new, sick me-well I just feel so sorry for her-for she is NOT me, yet she is. & my heart breaks that she has never had a real, fun, out with friends day. It's not self pity it's pity for her...this sad, lost girl. XxxoooWittygrittyinvisiblegirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09412427864052043032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052086417170497038.post-83724782628372388042012-03-03T07:36:29.678-08:002012-03-03T07:36:29.678-08:00I knew you felt this way. There is no rhyme or rea...I knew you felt this way. There is no rhyme or reason to who dies and who lives, but I do know you have been a blessing to me and you have enriched my life.VBateshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05112158592800350898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3052086417170497038.post-59676077111959498292012-03-03T03:03:38.087-08:002012-03-03T03:03:38.087-08:00Every time I read a post about the loss of a sibli...Every time I read a post about the loss of a sibling, I remember how close I was to losing my own, and, dear god, I don't want to remember that. Sometimes I have trouble convincing my mind that he's still here. He is realAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com