We knew there was a ominously likely chance this would happen, but there was no need for you to live out a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Thanks for the inspiration; the emotion, the individuality, the crazy, painful, wonderful music.
You were my icon, and I hoped one day to be able to meet you and write about the real Amy. Now that chance has gone, but I will always remember the impression you made on my life. Yes, you were a flawed, messed-up creature - imperfect in lots of ways. But you were a rare breed of person who did not try to hide all that you were; you were real, and true, and unafraid of baring your soul for all to see. I'm pissed off because there are only a few people prepared to just be themselves like you did. Your words, your style, your attitude - there is just no comparison. Even your hair was inimitable, for god's sake. You captured what heartbreak sounds like. All the pathetic, pointless celebrities...and then someone like you came along. I'll never forget you.
Back to Black on the record player. I hope your troubled heart is somewhere peaceful now.
(A slightly heartbroken) GL