Jul 29, 2011 13:40
It's not quitting that's hard. It's what's left behind in the wake of my own destruction and stupidity that hurts.
My cousin died. No matter how many times I say it, I still don't believe it. Not really. It was a closed casket which tells so much. I never thought I'd be saying goodbye that way. I wish we were as close as we were in grade school. I'm sorry no one could help you when you needed it most. I wish I had known that night and I'd've sat with you through it. It's not even that you took your own life that I'm upset about...it's that you tried to get help and failed. I wish you could've told the people at the hospital that they had to keep you...I'm so sorry.