November 30, 2011

I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light. I'm at the hospital, a lone nurse stands at the end of my bed, "It's alright," she says kindly, "You're safe now, it looks like you had a mild mental breakdown and some hallucinations, we're going to put you on some medication, you're going to be fine." She smiles; I close my eyes and fade back into sleep.

December 6, 2011

I'm at home. The days pass quickly, day to day is pointless, a blur of faces and places, all grey. No color. No meaning.

Alex…

I don't talk, I don't put on makeup, I don't do anything. I just sit and think.

All my fault…

Curled up in bed, I sing myself "Tears and Converse".

I failed you…

I don't love anything.

I'm sorry.

December 13, 2011

Rest In Peace

Kristin Walker

Loving Daughter and Sister

July 1993 - December 2011

"The innocent can never last"