My new note

I’m sorry for leaving you.

I just couldn’t handle this phobia.

I ain’t placing any blame.

I just wasn’t happy.

Only when i smoked weed and/or did zopiclone, played guitar and talked to george.

When i smoked weed and/or took zopiclone, playing guitar feels kinda spiritual, like i’m connecting with the drugs, guitar and music.

But when i come down from the drugs i’m just right back to square one.

Depression. Because of my phobia. And i just sit and cry, wishing i’d die

I was actually gonna go months ago, but i stayed, for you mum, and george, who’s my best friend.

The only true friend and person i ever talked to. I’m lucky to have him ’cause he’s always there for me. But i’m scared of being alive, because of my phobia.

I hate to do this to both of you, but there really ain’t no use in my hanging around.

I’ll always be with you.

I love you mum and George.