the thoughts and whims of a little girl whose only wish was to shrink
Oh, Margie. I know words don't mean shit at a time like this. But I don't want to sit here with a "blank face." Because if I were sitting in a room with you, please know I would not hesitate to hug you or sit quietly or listen or whatever it was that you needed or wanted. Or just leave you alone, too, if that's what you need. But I am just so sorry. There's just no comprehending this. God, it is just so SAD.