I love to draw, read, write, and drink.I lost myself a little while ago.
I'm trying to find myself again.
i need to mourn, i need to cry, wail, beg, yell. but i don’t. i feel selfish for feeling the need to do all these things. because we grew apart, why should i have the right when i was the one who pushed you out of my life? many people who have more right than i to cry uncontrollably are not. i need to vent. to what? what if people agree that i have no right to be hysterical? god damnit chad i miss you, god damnit chad i wish i could have one more hour with you. god damnit, i wish i could tell you im sorry.
i love you
