Bill's dead. Remember how I was complaining about him earlier? Now I kind of feel bad that the only problem I really had with him was that there was nothing to complain about. "Complications from pneumonia" is what they told me. I feel like I should have tried to connect with him more. Standard blind-sided-by-grief-itis.
Except I'm not really grieving. I didn't know him at all, beyond the occasional awkward staring at each other and attempting to make conversation with each other. And I know I'm not really going to miss him in my life at all. Should I feel bad about this or not? I really don't know.
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