It's 4:21 am.I'm too high too sleep but not too high to be numb. Why am I even alive at this point. There's no point if those you cherish have left or are leaving.

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