One year and One Half.. 1 1/2

Over this past year and a half or so, seven of my friends and one cat have died.

It's fucking depressing.

It is also incredibly hard to deal with and handle. I barely know how to cope with Grandpa dying. How do I cope with the deaths of seven of my friends. Admittedly, some of them I was closer to than others. I have an insanely large friend's list (on facebook); at least I think so. I know people die. It's a part of living and life and all that jazz.

But SEVEN?! (Or eight if you count Crabbi, my cat, and I DO).

I didn't recover from my first friend fucking dying on me, and then another friend died... and then another... and then another...

and infinity...

So it's safe to say I'm a fairly big mess. (As if that wasn't evidenced by my first post about Grandpa).

I am unsure how to deal with so much GRIEF. I don't think I've gotten past the crying stage. It seems that's all I can do. All I've been doing for the last year and a half. UGH. Pretty much everything makes me cry.

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