I don’t know how to be close to you. I don’t know if I can

I really didn't think this day would get to me so bad. I knew it would come. Well, I didn't know it would, 'cause I was hoping it wouldn't. What I'm talking about is a Norwegian blogger that has been talking about her cancer for a while now. For the last weeks she'd just gotten worse and worse, and I got the worst feeling. I've been dreading for this day, avoiding the thought of it. Today is the day of Regine Stokke's death. And I didn't think I would feel it so strongly, I didn't even know her. But I've been following her blog for ages, feeling her ups and downs, reading about her being happy and sad, and today she just doesn't exist anymore. When I found out, I actually started to cry. And now I'm just really sad. I'm just happy that she got the poster off all the faces in Norway that supported her throughout everything before she passed away.

Anyways.. This weekend will probably just be another boring one. No. Not boring. I will hang out with my friends and family, it always sounds like I don't appreciate them. I REALLY DO. All though I could seriously need a party this weekend. Staying sober is hard, lol. But, like every other weekend, I'll probably just chill. And I'm not complaining. :-)