Journal 55

I relapsed tonight. Had a weak moment, cried it out in the bathroom. I’m going to be ok, I just resent that things have to be this way. I’m overwhelmingly sad because I lose people that I love and knowing that I will die without every knowing them again just kills me, man. This one life is all we have and there isn’t a fucking do-over. People are too valued to lose. Fuck, people suck. People…suck.

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