alcoholiv

crisis intervention.


again.


this time, this one hit too close to home. another friend locked up. but this time... it's my family. i'm all alone in this house. i miss her already and it's only 24 hours. i want her to get better. i want her to be happy. i dont want her to feel the way she feels anymore, and i dont want the way people to treat her to affect her so much anymore. i want her to be strong, and i know that this is probably for the best. but my heart is breaking and i cant stand that i cant fix this for her this time. i dropped some things off for her this morning. i put a picture of us inside a note that told her not to worry, and told her that i love her.

why cant we be normal? and why cant we be happy like we used to be? what happened to the old days. i wish the only person that could cheer me up wasnt in new york city. he's the only one that can make me feel like there is hope when i think there isnt any.


tonight, i'll be alone in this big house. it sucks when you only have 1 friend, because when they're not around, you're really by yourself.