When sorrows come

When sorrows come,
they come not single spies,
But in battalions.
~Shakespeare
~Hamlet

I can't believe the world is this ...

... cruel.
My baby Bering. He just stopped being. I hate everything. I would give almost anything to ... well, there is nothing I can do - nothing anyone could do, but that doesn't make me hate this much less. Fuck it all to hell. 
My poor baby Ber. 
I want to throw things, and strangle anyone around, and I don't know - fuck fuck fuck it. 
My poor baby. What am I going to do? My heart breaks in places I didn't know existed.

My sweet baby - Bering.