I've been smoking in hospital. In bed. What a filthy bugger. Jordan would be livid. Can't help it.
Thomas came by to visit me today. Told me about some recording and I actually felt anger. Feeling something was good. Even if that was what it was. I can't imagine. Just...god. Having to watch someone you love die...
And now I'm really hoping Lucard Noir didn't take a leaf out of Amaris' book.
Fuck, moving on. Mums brought me a photo album as if to say "here, this is what you should get better for" as if I could ever forget.
I'm going to get back to being able to smile again. Or at the very least...I'd like to get to a place where I can be okay so I can see that smile again. That'd be good.