I think I play my music too loudly. I didn't hear them. God.


God, it's things like this that bring it back to me. Little things about this Christmas that remind me that... that he's dead, I guess. Things people say, how a cousin sings like him, how things we do have changed because of it. I miss him. I don't think it's sunk in, even now, that I'll never see him again.

And now, hearing that my grandma's been in a car crash.