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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.

08.14.13 || 4:55 pm

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