Studying Your Magical Company

La vie c'est une tartine de merde.
Enjoy your stay.



John killed himself. Mum woke me up to tell me the knews that he hung himself tonight.
What hurts the most is that I know he trusted me, and if things were different, he might even still be here.
The last words he said to me were, “That letter really helped me a lot.” Whether he meant it or not, I may never know, but God dammit, i wish I had written another one.

I hear my dad pulling out of the garage. Happy midnight, I may never sleep again.

(And thank you, Michael, for being you.)

Today was a really happy day for me. I’m glad I cleared things up, and I’m happy for tomorrow and all that it has to bring.
I just feel this insane rush of happiness and I don’t want to let anyone ruin it. I feel like even though I am a thoroughly fucked up human being, I can still be loved; that is a wonderful feeling.