I was doing just fine this morning. It was business as usual. I was releasing some photo orders this morning when, out of nowhere, a tidal wave of emotions hit me.
I have no idea where it came from. The sea was calm, nothing dusturbing it. The next thing I know, I want to break down and cry. I'm still kind of feeling that way as I type this.
Chester popped into my head. He's been gone 6 weeks. I've stopped crying as well as listening to the title track of One More Light. It must be hitting me harder than I thought because I have no explanation for the high emotions from earlier this morning.
I need to get an LP tattoo. I've always wanted one (since the late 90's when their first album dropped) and I think it will help with some closure. I've never been affected to this degree when a celebrity passed away. I thought I was okay, but I guess I'm not.
Six more hours of work to go. I can put on that customer service smile and none will be the wiser of how I'm really feeling inside.
I miss you, Chester.
Gah, why is this still affecting me?