It takes me back to my shock, my anger and sadness,

No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.

There's very little room for anger. It's all hurt. It's all sadness,

You wouldn't believe how much harder it's getting for me to just leave my studio. It's really sad. In fact these days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Friday was just filled with anger, not so much sadness. As the weekend went on, it just got sadder and tougher.

We're not going to get caught up in a whirlpool of frustration and sadness and anger.