I just lost a friend. I have no idea how I’m supposed to feel right now. I guess I’ll just treasure the moments we had hanging out and the conversations that we had.
Getting old sucks. I’m sick of the laundry list of people that I’ve lost, and knowing I’ll be the last one standing for those that I love most.
I am sick of being strong, and responsible. I was always the one fucking up. Why does the weight of the world fall upon me now to do the right thing? I’m not a good person, I just want to do what’s right by my friend’s and those I love. This one is going to haunt me for a while… I’m going to allow it to.
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