The Open Matt Project

"no man is an island...when one dies [grieves] it diminishes me..."if a grain of sand be washed away from the shore it has become less. take cheer friend, I know the agony endures, it is a damned thing to be able to feel so much; like a curse, of some kind of crushing burden, that some like to call life.
Matt.C.

Thanks and thanks. I know, as always, that like all things this will pass - but occasionally, like in this post, I have to remark about just how god damn long it can take to pass.

Emotional constipation is a vulgar brutality.

Aya! is "Ho Lee Shit" your chinese name?

*hugs*

Ouch. This makes me sad. My heart just sank a little while reading. I of course do not know what's going on, but I can imagine. Sounds like lonely lonely times. I'm sorry.