Here’s where I pretend that the last post did not exist and no explanation is necessary.

…Yeah, I can’t even convince myself. The past couple of weeks have been difficult. People die. Someone died. A real person – a person I knew in real life. You know. That I saw pretty often. I’d heard him laughing in the basement at work on the day it happened. And the way it happened? I used to tease myself by saying that I understand suicide, for the most part, because I was always the person people seemed to think they had to worry about.

But I don’t understand it.

I don’t know how much of this I have the right to talk about. I almost feel that it is beyond the realm of things I am allowed to have feelings about, but I know that’s a stupid thing to think.

So I’ve decided I’m going to stop talking about it, after this. I wake up and go to work and am reminded that it happened, in the tiniest, weirdest ways, so I doubt I’ll stop thinking about it anytime soon, though I am pretty sure I would like to.

I hate to think that there are people out there who do not know the impact they have made on the lives of others. I actually can’t remember the last time I actually told someone I loved them out loud, but I hope everyone knows.

So, enough. Roll on.