My best friend, K, tried to kill herself again tonight. Two of my best friends are dead, and another one is almost dead. I think that’s the only reason I’m still here. Her. I honestly think that she’s the last person I love on this earth. I mean, can I really say I love my fosters? I don’t think I can. Most of my family is on the other side of the world, an ocean away. Therapy makes me hate myself and all the others in my group even more It makes me into a different person, someone I want to strangle.
Well, at least K is still breathing. We’ll just have to see how this one plays out. Good night all, I’m going to go listen to music and glue my lips to a bottle of vodka since there is absolutely no fucking Jameson here. I hate vodka. It tastes like bug spray.
Drama queen out.