I found out yesterday that someone I deeply loved had passed away on Sunday from an unexpected heart attack. It was my ex, the biker. I had just gotten back from T.Bay (we had broken down on the way home so it was a 23 hour trip) and I was already sick from severe anxiety. (I'm getting really freaked out about moving, and I mean really freaked out.) So I've cried beyond any sense of crying, I went out drinking and got smashed, my eyes are swollen beyond belief (crying and alcohol.. hmmm good mix) I'm severly sick and I'm not handling this well. I haven't slept since yesterday. The funeral is tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to this. I'm not sure if any of you have been to biker funerals but they are beautiful and heart-breaking.
Anyways, I'm very messed up. Marv (my ex biker) I was bonded with in a twisted sense. His name is under a tattoo on my arm (yes I was property once.) His current girlfreind is devastated. His son will be there. Every biker for a hundred miles and then some will be there. F**k. I have to go. I have to give my respects and say good-bye and I don't want to. I don't want to see everyone and their tears and mine and say good-bye.
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Anyways, I'm very messed up. Marv (my ex biker) I was bonded with in a twisted sense. His name is under a tattoo on my arm (yes I was property once.) His current girlfreind is devastated. His son will be there. Every biker for a hundred miles and then some will be there. F**k. I have to go. I have to give my respects and say good-bye and I don't want to. I don't want to see everyone and their tears and mine and say good-bye.
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