So tuesday wasn't a good day. I got news that my friend Chuckles killed himself during the weekend. And it was a rough day. Today was a bit easier but just a bit. I am still shocked but at the same time really missing him. I kept looking up and expecting to see him sitting in his usual spot in Bld. 2. I couldn't even sit anywhere near there. It just hurt too bad. Im not sure when this is going to get better. Or if it even will. I just can't believe it. Someone brilliant and wonderfully kind is gone. Just like that. And I just don't know why. I just can't understand why he would. And that just makes it hurt more.

Later days.