Silence is unbearable. I can't stand it. If I'm left alone hearing nothing, I start thinking about it.
I'm using anything as a distraction. I don't want to think about it. I write about it because I know that to process it, I have to acknowledge it. I don't want to.
Who wants to think about it? It's awful. I hate it. I say it a lot, but it's true.
I want to get out of this nightmare. Please wake me up somebody.
I really miss you. I don't know how I can go back to the theater. I want to, but you won't be there.
I miss you, brother.
