meanwhile

I shot up dope for the last time in my life. Unaware of the events that surrounded my reality I never want to be missed like that again. I have a boyfriend that is not one to change habits very easily plead that we start over without our newly found treat. Hearing someone tell you what happens when you die is one of those stories you know is one told in the form of folklore or religious tales or something of that nature. All I could say was,"I'm sorry" when there was nothing to be sorry for. I just wanted everyone not to be worried about me, that is one thing that I hate. I don't want anyone to feel bad or scared or whatever feeling runs through one whom has experienced a loss. I just kept thinking about how much power my experience possessed. It happened for a reason and im sure a damn good one too. I take deep breaths before i go to sleep just because of the way it feels...good. I hope Quinne is ok. I hope no storms gobbled her up, i would be sad.