Nov 24 2005
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Early this morning, I got a phone call to let me know that last night my best friend was killed in a car accident. Since then I’ve been in this relentless cycle of being lost and being doubled over with grief and being on the phone with people. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to write anything right now, but I don’t know what else to do with myself so I thought I would give this a shot. Of course, I don’t know what to say.
Stacy was 24. I know that life isn’t even remotely fair, but fucking hell.
This isn’t really helping anything so I’m going to stop now, but um, if you pray, maybe remember to mention Stacy’s friends and family. She was an anchor to a lot of people, and we’re all feeling pretty lost right now.
