Jun 10, 2005 22:46
I had forgotten this feeling. It's that one I felt when I was a kid, and I thought my father was so right about everything. Like I needed to fix myself because I wasn't right, but I didn't know how. So I'd just cry myself to sleep every night. I'm not meaning to sound candid to the point of... sickening.. emotion. But you should feel pretty special, anyways.
You can throw all of this away if that's what you want. All I would ever want is for you to remember the things that we experienced. The immense things in the world that hit us so fucking hard; drugs or not. NOTHING would or could ever compare to that, at least not to me. Keep doing the things that make you feel good. I will, too. I just hope I'm still here when the time comes that you're not so far away anymore.
I might have called you to tell you this, but I know I wouldn't be able to speak.