Oh
fuck.
It’s
happened again.
Jagdish
is dead.
It’s
my fault.
Oh
shit -- Uncle Bob's knocking at my bedroom door -- probably wants to
"talk" to me again about everything. Dammit.
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Anonymous said...
Please tell us Peter,
what happened. We are listening.
Rainy said…
I just discovered this
blog. What is it? Is this a story? Is this real? And why hasn’t there been a
post in several weeks?
Kim said…
it’s real, Rainy.
Peter is real.
and I’m worried about
him.
Mantaray Ocean said…
I’m worried, too.
Peter? Are you okay?
We’re still here. It’s okay, talk to us. Let us know you’re okay.
Kim said…
c’mon, Peter. it has been
over a month now and we haven’t heard a single word from you.
there are people who care
about you.
please let us know you’re
okay.
Frank said…
Peter. You were doing so
well writing about everything. It was helping to sort things out, helping put
things into perspective. You can do that again. You can find help and support
through writing about it. Remember the words of advice from your guidance
counselor. He was right. Writing helps.
Kim said…
writing does help, Peter. my own journal helped
me through some really rough times.
