Sarah...
Tonight I found out that a friend of mine died on Sunday... I just don't feel right, I can't believe she's gone and that I've got to live out the rest of my life without ever seeing her again. We haven't been as close as we'd once been this past year or so, and apparently during that time she developed a heroin problem. She was trying to kick it, going to a clinic and going onto methadone. The doctor prescribed too high a dose, and she was also taking K-pins as an antidepressant... The mixture of those two drugs plus the high dosage... Her body couldn't take it and she overdosed. I'm good friends with her brother, too, actually, I used to go out with him, and she and him were the closest brother and sister I've ever known; he's a mess. I went to see him when my boss came in to cover the rest of my shift for me. I stayed with him for about 5 hours and we talked about her, about all the shit we did growing up. I rarely saw one without the other. He told me that he lost his other half and I know he's right. The last time I saw her was briefly in August, we happened to be at the Shell Station at the same time and she came over to me and talked for a bit. She told me she was pregnant. Apparently she was doing heroin, then got pregnant, stopped doing heroin, got lyme disease, lost the baby, started heroin again, tried to stop, then died... She'd just turned 19 the 25th of September... I miss her. I hope she knew how much I love her...