So, my signifigant other's friend died early yesterday morning. Yesterday was so hectic, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I tried to contact Faidrian (my signifigant other) time and time again. I was so worried about his emotional well-being. Apparently, his friend shop up some substance and he then wasn't able to breath, they took him to the hospital, not knowing that he had already passed. Faidrian seems so much more emotionally damaged than how he's playing it out. He's in a very odd place right now, and that's what made me question whether or not I'm afraid of death or life?
I try to live every day as much as I can, unfortunately, it's hard to do that with a drunk douche-bag of a father. And lately, I've been stressing so much about how I want to move out and live my life already. I feel like I'm just chillen in some quick sand and I'm holding on to the other end of a rope that my dad has, and he's totally hesitating to pull me out. Anyway, back to the subject. In Life vs. Death my poison would have to be life. Why, you ask? Because I'm scared of not being able to live it how I'd like to before I go, and I have this lingering feeling that I might just end up dying young.
 momma batra · Wed Jul 31, 2013 @ 09:28am · 0 Comments |
