Man möge mir verzeihen dass das auf englisch ist, aber ich will das nicht nochmal schreiben :
grauslich, einfach grauslich..... what a terrible day.
I was outside with a friend, all happy and giggly because it's springtime ..... and we bumped into a girl who went to school with us, had a major fight with and stopped talking to a few years ago....I met her about a year ago and made up with her, thank god, but we didn't have any contact nevertheless...
...and I was like "hi ! how are you ? ( expecting a sunny response )"
.... turns out she and her brother and dad were on their way to the cemetary, to pick a grave for her mother who has died last night of cancer.
All I managed to say was "oh" before they walked on.
I've been crying almost constantly since then ... and what's worst is that I know I'm not crying all that much because I'm sad for her, or because I'll miss her mom .... but because I feel guilty and SORRY that I wasn't there for her in such a miserable time when I should have, and she probably didn't have anyone else.
What sort of person does that make me, I wonder ?
um dem fass die krone aufzusetzen hab ich eine entsetzlich dumme sms verschickt weil in meinem hirn anscheinend ein ganzer haufen sicherungen durchgebrannt ist.
zum kotzen.
