so, ive always considered myself lucky when it comes to not "losing" someone that's near and dear to you and yet, i feel SO broken up about someone i barely knew.

i know that i'm not the person to make the difference in his life. i know that i had nothing to do with his losses in his life, his inability to express what was true and real about his life. yet. i somehow feel guilty because i didn't talk to him this week. i ddin't spend time with him last week. he was an aquaintance at best and i somehow feel guilty because he was selfish and took himself out. it's not fair!

goodbye, dear charles.
i barely knew you.