The second bunny is now dead too. It breaks my heart, as this was the one my Mom loved so much. The bunnies are gone, and another part of her, too.

Hard to breathe, hard to exist. Millisecond by millisecond. I want murder, I want tragedies. I want people to suffer as much as I am, it feels like I am the only one, and I know its not true.

On my mailround this past Friday, I felt like a grafestone. One person kept nagging me to look for a letter from the hospital, he needs to know if he has cancer of not, in the hospital they said that its very likely that it is cancer, but he needs to know. Well, there was no letter, and I can imagine he is not having a good weekend. Then a little later a woman who told me she had a surgery on her eyes, and a couple days later she was watching tv, and she went blind, and now she cant see. Again later a woman who lost her husband 6 months ago… And I just wanted to scream: stop telling me all of this, cant you see I am way overloaded already?

I just got back from a long walk with my friend. Awesome weather today, it feels like the world is going to end , and I had mad fantasies in my head!

Hopefully, I will get my wool soon.