Yeah, I’m sorry that this is who I am. I really wish that I had done things differently. Maybe done EVERYTHING differently. But I can’t blame the drugs, I can’t. I mean, it’s not their fault… I… don’t know what to do.
What am I supposed to do, here? I can’t sleep. Should I just lay here, wide awake for the next five hours? What am I supposed to do? I just don’t know.
I’ve got Cady’s cover of Burning House on repeat, here. It… helps, I guess. God I wish she was still alive.
I don’t know, maybe I should join her. I don’t know, I mean, it would be so easy, right? I…
I don’t know what to do.
So I guess I’ll just… lay here, until something happens.
Yeah, I guess… so. Might as well. Nothing else to do, anyways, I guess.
If only I was dead myself, lol. Everything would be so much easier.
No, Tom. No. NO. No don’t, don’t do it. No. Now isn’t your time. It’s OK, don’t worry. Cady wouldn’t want this. NOBODY would. Not even you. Just relax, for now. It’s OK, I know it’s hard, I know it hurts, but it’s OK. Just… think, for now.
It’s OK, man.
Just… relax, I guess. Until the sun shines, again.
Because it will.
It’s ok.
I promise. I hope. Maybe. At least… give it another shot, OK? Please?
Yeah… alright.
One more, then. Yet again.
sigh…