Love for the Wicked
Entry Four
Journal Entry Four, November 9.
As I said, this everyday thing could become a problem. It feels like it's been forever since Nieya's been gone.. and in the same breath it feels as though it's just been a few minutes. I've barely left the apartment, and when I do I keep to myself. I don't want to see people. I don't want to talk to anyone. Nobody has tried to stop by, but that doesn't surprise me much. I've always kept to myself, even before Nieya's death. I can't make myself go into the bathroom yet. I've been using the main one on the first floor. I can't imagine being where she killed herself.
The thought alone makes me sick.
As I said, this everyday thing could become a problem. It feels like it's been forever since Nieya's been gone.. and in the same breath it feels as though it's just been a few minutes. I've barely left the apartment, and when I do I keep to myself. I don't want to see people. I don't want to talk to anyone. Nobody has tried to stop by, but that doesn't surprise me much. I've always kept to myself, even before Nieya's death. I can't make myself go into the bathroom yet. I've been using the main one on the first floor. I can't imagine being where she killed herself.
The thought alone makes me sick.