First Day Of My Life.
I keep reading it.
I sent texts to everyone I knew yesterday so I wouldn't have to see it. But sometimes I need to read it, to remind myself. To remind myself to be grateful, to have sympathy. To remind myself that the more time that passed, the more I saw, the more sad he became.
And that wasn't what I loved. And I didn't want to save him. People like that, they have to go all the way down before they can come back up. I know. I was one. Am one.
We manufacture issues, to keep the pain fresh. It was only a matter of time before we both imploded. He went first.
He is gone. Forever.
Thank fucking God.