Let's hold a funeral. We'll mourn...well, we'll morn me. Or rather, we'll mourn the me I used to be. You see, lately I've been missing her. She was fun. She was completely mad but she was fun. She knew who she was and what was important. I don't feel like I know who I am anymore. One can say a lot of things about addiction but at least it gave me something to love. Lately I've been out of sorts. I feel like everything has gone grey. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I want to say good-bye to the old me so that maybe I won't miss her so much. But who would have anything nice to say about her at her funeral?
-The Dormouse
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