I'm fucking depressed. and not only can I not seem to be able to cry these days but I'm so depressed that I can't even get goosebumps, which as you know have been my indication of every strong emotion for some years now.
goddammit. Jim's ashes are on their way to Montana. that's it. ashes are all that's left. I mean aside from the influence he had on hundreds and perhaps thousands of people and the fact that their lives go on. am having a hard time concentrating on that part though.