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.