Nothing is ever the same. Drugs and love are both good but not quite the same. It seems my depression keeps getting worse. These last 5 months haven't been kind, I'm still hurting. Might as well keep getting high. I don't wanna keep thinking about it anymore. At least drugs never leave.

Everything feels so lonely.
Everything hurts.

It's been 4 days since you left this world. I miss you.
It really hurts.

I wish you were still here. I am not ready to face the world without you. I wasn't ready for this. I'm not ready to go on without you. I'm hurting. I miss you.

I'm still breathing.

I'm still alive.

Sharing a quick update. I'm still breathing. Not much to share. Blogspot is so 2007. I'm so 2007. Thinking retro when that shit was just yesterday.

Life

A pinch of salt. A stone cracks. This is weird, and uncomfortable

12 hrs

The last 12 hrs of my life are a blur. I remember bits and pieces.