My best friend died. We were hardcore drinking buddies. She was 26. I told her about my withdrawl nightmare (but it actually happened). She died with an old man, that she didn’t care about, but he bought her vodka. I guess I was the last one to talk to her. It took them four months yo let us know she died from withdrawls. I f!$@ing died from withdrawls. He found her cold, hands frozen in place, thats what he told me.
I wanted her to come here, maybe I could help her. Both parents dead at 17. She was a tough girl. He wouldn’t ler her come. He killed her.
You watch shows, and people say, “everyone loved her, she changed lives”. She wasn’t nice to everyone, but she was my bestie. Only friend i had, that really did care.
Every damn fight with him, I hear what she would say. F this dude Jenn, you’re too pretty for him, fing have a drink and leave. She would knock him out. I wished I could be like that. She made me, still makes me believe…KNOW, theres something after this.
I miss her so much. I could barely talk to her, she was always so drunk once she moved away. I talk to her now. This site helps, responses or not. They used to have a s.i. chatroom. That was nuts. If everyone could be there for someone else, even once a week.
If you find a Deb, keep her.