Naya
Refugee
Well, I don't know if any of you know, but I'm a huge Beatles fan. The Beatles were my first love. Since I was 12 I have been fascinated by them and their music. Their songs have always been there for me, for whatever mood I'm in. So today when I learned that George died, I couldn't really make sense of it. I didn't want to believe it actually. A friend told me about it at work, and I didn't want to break down in front of everybody. Thankfully, some cool guys at work kept me distracted. But when I came back home tonight and I watched the news and the retrospective I started crying and I haven't stopped since. I knew he was sick, but it's always depressing when someone you admire dies. The Beatles mean so much to me and I can't accept it that another one of them is gone. In a way I'm glad that he is now free of sickness, and he will be finally be able to see his good friend John.
I'm not asking anyone to cheer me up, just reading this post is okay. I'm sorry if I come across as corny.
I'm not asking anyone to cheer me up, just reading this post is okay. I'm sorry if I come across as corny.