So sorry to learn that you’ve checked out of this world.

I’ve had a kinda love-hate relationship with you.  I love your voice, the soul you put out, but you’ve been this one-off, hard-ass, skinny, tattooed, beehive-toting, hard-core partying artist woman and I’ve been scared for you.  You got hugely successful and I got even more scared for you.

But did you mean to go?  Did you say hey, things are just so screwed up and guess what, I’m 27, so now’s the time?

I know you didn’t wanna go to rehab, no matter how many times you went, cos until you REALLY want to stop, you won’t.  Did you decide to stop this way?  Or were you trying into the wee hours to reach that elusive high again? Impossible after the first one of the night, impossible when you’re super-saturated kiddo.  Maybe you reached it and it took you out.  Maybe your body just said, we’re at 27 and we’re done, let’s join the other 27s and leave that mark in history.

Seems like some stuff had been coming to a head anyways, so I guess all the struggles are over for you now… but dammit Amy.

So sorry for all those close to you that loved you.

P.S. I am participating in the Ultimate Blog Challenge this month – 31 days of July, a blog a day if I can.