• Why us??
  • Why me??
  • Why did he fall and hit his head and not me? Why wasn't I there to catch him, instead of brushing my frigging teeth?
  • Why didn't I know it was bad?
  • Why did he laugh it off and be excited about his black eye?
  • Why didn't Natasha Richardson die the week before so I would know what "talk and die" syndrome was?
  • Why didn't I take him to the hospital even though I know he wouldn't let me?
  • Why was the cut only about a 1/4 inch long?? YOU CAN'T DIE FROM THAT!!!
  • Why couldn't I fix it?
  • Why wouldn't he?
  • And why am I drinking enough for the both of us now?
  • Why is it my fault?
  • Why do I want it to be?
  • Why do I feel fine one second and not the next?
  • Why is my guilt like a river, calm in one spot and raging the next?
  • Why wasn't it someone else's turn to die?
  • Why does everyone tell me it will get better? Do they know?
  • Why do I even ask?
  • Why am I still here? I was a bad wife and a bad friend.
  • Why couldn't I save him?
  • Why is my life going on , when his can't?
  • Why can't anyone answer me?
  • And if they did, why couldn't they help?
  • Why is there only one person whose word I take as gold, when I have so many friends?
  • What the hell is wrong with me?
  • Why can't I catch a freaking break??
Why did this.......

.....turn into this???

Welcome to my personal hell. These are what 90% of my thoughts are made up of these days. No wonder I have nothing. Nothing but Grief and Dr. Lecter.

In the words of the song....Oh yes, I'm the Great Pretender.

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