Glam Rock

It's been a year.

One year ago today, I lost one of my brightest stars. God, sometimes it still doesn't feel real. I'll still think, 'Oh, David will think this is hilarious, I have to tell him'. And I'll have started to call him before I remember he won't answer. And then the cold weight settles onto my heart again.

I can't deal with today. The sun's barely up and I've started drinking, because it fucking hurts.

Today will be bad for me. These anniversaries always are.

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the past
How you moved is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star

If you're ever in the mood to laugh and listen to some great musicians, you should go and watch this. I've watched it so many times, and it never gets old. (Plus, they've got a point, when you think about it.)

Also, you will never hate anything as much as this guy hates Pachelbel's Canon in D. You just won't. It's fucking hilarious.

I'm totally fine. I am. Honestly, you'd barely even know I spent almost three months drinking myself to sleep every night.

But I have finally crawled out of my bottle, because you can't mourn forever. No matter how much it hurts. I'm doing my best to keep his name alive, and his music out there, which isn't too hard. People loved him. And I love them for it.

( I've been told each flash steals your soul )