I am so sorry for that angry rant. That is all it was. I am just so sad. I have the blahs. It is the season for it for me. I just feel crappy. M. pointed out that I am still grieving over Knuckles. I think this is true. I finally washed my favorited sweat shirt I bought in Paris a couple of years ago. It had Knuckles blood on it, and when I saw it the other night, as I was doing laundry, I had a little melt down.
Tonight, I just used some stain remover and threw it into the wash with some dirty underwear. It just feels like washing his blood out of my favorite sweat shirt is cutting the cord. The final physical link I have to him. Sounds crazy I know. That is just how I feel.
I want to find something to lift my spirits. I want to help someone else that is feeling down. Maybe that would make me feel better? I have to come up with a plan.
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