I went driving. Thinking “how fast do i need to drive into this tree to kill me and cash.” [cash is my dog by the way] What kept running through my head was my baby. I cant leave him but i don’t have the heart to kill him.
I shoulda drove off the road that night.
Its hard to fight depression man. Its like it creeps up and takes over. And im doin what im supposed to but when im alone, my mind wonders. I get sad. I have thoughts. I hate bein alone.
I got my whole world wrapped up in a dog. When I got out of rehab, I needed a friend so I got one. He’s everything to me. I tell him my secrets. I cry on him. His love never changes. He never knows what I’m going through yet he is always there. He depends on me. Who am I to leave him. This is crazy right?