kinda looks like a lumberjack
so much has happend since my last post. feels like a year ago... just a few weeks. the people are more itense they all want my time and i feel like i basically cant give it too them. i know it just from the people i love but i feel insecure about the choices we make and the lies we tell despite being eachothers friends and partners in crime... cocaine...
well i guess we lost one of our own... Anthony Forakis has overdoesed on heroin and is dead.
he was a victim to the life and the partying just caught up with him i could never express what pain and shit he mustve felt when it was over.
for those of you who dont know him he was a very good friend and i consider a close childhood friend i spose...
i have no feeling right now... im hella numb... i killed the mourning in a ritualistic party atmosphere....
as i got more stoned and drunk and in good company it was still in the back of my mind and i'll always live with the inability to not bail him out...... long story....
this is death in its purest and saddest form... a fallen soldier of our youth. the microcosm of what the usage in high school has caused us... he was 18. he had been in my car twice. conversations. ive never felt quite like this... not so much mourning... just the fact that ive experienced this exact kind of loss is tremendous... i could never explain what the guy meant to me if anything... if it was everything.... the symbolism kills me... ive seen it happen... i knew him....
i dont know if anyone will read this or if anyone cares but if you know whats up please respond i need to hear a voice of some kind.
well i guess we lost one of our own... Anthony Forakis has overdoesed on heroin and is dead.
he was a victim to the life and the partying just caught up with him i could never express what pain and shit he mustve felt when it was over.
for those of you who dont know him he was a very good friend and i consider a close childhood friend i spose...
i have no feeling right now... im hella numb... i killed the mourning in a ritualistic party atmosphere....
as i got more stoned and drunk and in good company it was still in the back of my mind and i'll always live with the inability to not bail him out...... long story....
this is death in its purest and saddest form... a fallen soldier of our youth. the microcosm of what the usage in high school has caused us... he was 18. he had been in my car twice. conversations. ive never felt quite like this... not so much mourning... just the fact that ive experienced this exact kind of loss is tremendous... i could never explain what the guy meant to me if anything... if it was everything.... the symbolism kills me... ive seen it happen... i knew him....
i dont know if anyone will read this or if anyone cares but if you know whats up please respond i need to hear a voice of some kind.