onetwothreefour
Bluelight Crew
disclaimer: i'm not really sure why i've posted this here, i think i just feel like it needed to be aired, and obviously i can't do it *properly* 
comments are welcome if you'd like, but it was more just a case of getting it out...if that makes sense?
grr candy, grr.
i wanna send a message, and make sure you're alright. i wanna ring you, and tell you i'm sorry i didn't come in. most of all, i wanna give you a hug, and tell you that you never (at ANY stage) let ANY of us down. but i'll just talk for me.
candy, you never let me down. from the moment i met you, i knew that you were a great person. i thought it was a bit strange that you gave me (and everyone else!) a hug and a kiss when i'd never met you before, but that's why i can credit you with a bit of change in my cynicism - the fact that you did that is one of the biggest reasons why you're such an awesome person. but grr, candy.
candy, when i got home just now, i looked through my photos to grab as many as i could that had you in them. of course, you were in about six or seven of the ten or so total from our party here. and OF COURSE, you're grinning -ear to ear- in all of them...i checked.
grr. i wanna go to a rave, and sit down, and talk shit and laugh and just have fun. i wanna sit in that little room at the dorset and giggle at the fact that the guy next to you is talking your ear off 'cos everyone just seems to be drawn to you. i wanna tell you we need to go, and secretly take pleasure in the fact that i'm lucky enough to have you as a friend when he looks at me. most of all, i wanna look across at you, both of us dancing, and not have to say anything...just grin.
grr candy, you're gone. i know you love our group, so do i. i wish you were still here.
[edit: just thought i'd clarify...candice died yesterday morning, thus this letter of stuff that i didn't say, and can't do...i guess it wasn't clear as i refer to her in present tense rather than past, but i guess it's difficult to do anything else. writing is good therapy though]
comments are welcome if you'd like, but it was more just a case of getting it out...if that makes sense?grr candy, grr.
i wanna send a message, and make sure you're alright. i wanna ring you, and tell you i'm sorry i didn't come in. most of all, i wanna give you a hug, and tell you that you never (at ANY stage) let ANY of us down. but i'll just talk for me.
candy, you never let me down. from the moment i met you, i knew that you were a great person. i thought it was a bit strange that you gave me (and everyone else!) a hug and a kiss when i'd never met you before, but that's why i can credit you with a bit of change in my cynicism - the fact that you did that is one of the biggest reasons why you're such an awesome person. but grr, candy.
candy, when i got home just now, i looked through my photos to grab as many as i could that had you in them. of course, you were in about six or seven of the ten or so total from our party here. and OF COURSE, you're grinning -ear to ear- in all of them...i checked.
grr. i wanna go to a rave, and sit down, and talk shit and laugh and just have fun. i wanna sit in that little room at the dorset and giggle at the fact that the guy next to you is talking your ear off 'cos everyone just seems to be drawn to you. i wanna tell you we need to go, and secretly take pleasure in the fact that i'm lucky enough to have you as a friend when he looks at me. most of all, i wanna look across at you, both of us dancing, and not have to say anything...just grin.
grr candy, you're gone. i know you love our group, so do i. i wish you were still here.
[edit: just thought i'd clarify...candice died yesterday morning, thus this letter of stuff that i didn't say, and can't do...i guess it wasn't clear as i refer to her in present tense rather than past, but i guess it's difficult to do anything else. writing is good therapy though]
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