I got drunk
I got drunk. It was a pretty good feeling. A lot weighs on my mind. A friend of mine has cancer. I'm not supposed to tell anyone. That really fucks with me. Stuff like that happens a lot in life. You're just expected to shut up. Do you know how much it hurts sometimes to just keep quiet about the things that really matter? Sometimes I just wish I made a damn difference. I find myself questioning what if I do, what if I don't...so, should I? Maybe I just worry too much. There was a girl I used to party with. I think about her a lot. She's dead now. It fucks with me because 3 days before I found out she was dead my mind burned of her. It's so strange, kinda makes me think maybe she needed me right then. But she's gone now and I didn't even go. I think of her every day...