I've been lucky because I've had someone close enough to visit (Limey) with personal knowledge of suicide, to talk to.
So I can come on here and say wah-wah-wah and not worry. Because the initial phase has passed. Not the grief. No, never the grief. But we all know that.
Holding it in must be fucking awful.
I'd give a lot to have Bri call me a cunt right now.
She always called me baby-girl. I'd never have let a man call me that!
I can hear her now. Makes me want to bang my head against the wall until my brains spill out.
All I can hope, Infi, is that you know you can say what you want on the Cellar.
Whatever your support at home (and I really hope you have some), no-one knew Brianna the way we did. Come here with your memories and pain. If it hurts, when it hurts, let it out. This wide world might not know or care, but we do.
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