I am still very troubled by my friend Cynthia's suicide. I think about her all the time, in every song I hear, every sleep I take... I guess it is my way of making sure her biggest fear, that she will be forgotten, will never come true. Of course I hope I can continue for the next 5, 10, even 20 years, but it hurts so much that something must give. I am still so very angry. I do not want to talk about it. I cannot talk about it. So I write and type to let the anger out.