Friday, May 21, 2010
"13 0r 14, maybe a whole box. Last time I took 23."
Last time you almost died.I don't want to care about him. I want to tell him to go to hell, get out of my life. But I keep letting him back in. Hell, maybe I'm even inviting him in. I don't know. I don't want him to get hurt. I don't want any of us to get hurt.
What made us this way?
How'd we get so fucked up?
What happened? I wish I knew. Not that it would change anything.
I hope he doesn't get hurt. I hope he doesn't get addicted and depressed again. I'd tell him to stop, but..
I don't know what's stopping me.
I don't want him to know that I need him. I don't want him to know that I care.
And I realize that's selfish and horrible.
I guess I'll get over it..
Because I'd much rather him be alive than me be weak.
Posted by Alex at 4:11 PM