It feels depressing that my fourth journal entry is going to be this downbeat, but I have to vent.

One of my dads closest friends, Mia Lövenberg, died in a train accident last friday. I haven't written anything about it because he hasn't told me untill now. (My parents are divorced.)

I don't really cry when people die. I didn't cry when my grandmother died. But Mia was like my second mother. She was the one who got me interested in art and acting, she had hair like helen bonham carter in sweeney todd, she baked fantastic cakes, always smiled, was one of the most beautiful and independent women i've ever met, could se had a fantastic sense of humor, owned an orange juice presser so i always got fresh orange juice from her whenever i came round and was such a fantastically positive person.

Mia is the mother of two beautiful children, Fabian and Saga, and is happily married too David Lövenberg.

I'm only mentioning this because I, as previously mentioned, need to vent. This won't stunt my upload rate because I don't have an upload rate.

Bye for now.

EDIT:

I don't really want sympathy, virtual hugs or 'aw, poor you'. I just want to be able to release this. If you want to say poor you, by all means, go ahead, but it's not what I'm fishing for.