i realized last night that drugs do nothing but make me feel worse anymore.or that they always did.i'm drinking blood and it's easter.someone crucify me.put nai9ls im my arms and feet in accordance with the anglo-saxton tales of old.i saw her for the first time in what seemed like forever.it was emotional on my side.i tried not to let it show.i miss my best friend..she knows more of me than anyone.i could stay here,stuck,struggling to live hopeing i'll find love again in this loveless place.or i can make something happen.