So today would have been one year with Maria. I fucking love her so much. It's an pity that our friendship and what we had that was so pure has gone so rancid. We swore to love forever more but it lasted 8 short moths. That is quite the fraction of forever. I called her last night while lying on the bathroom floor crying my eyes out. She proceeded by calling me over dramatic and telling me that there were bigger problems, to get an addiction or something to actually complain about. I lost it; i yelled, and all she said was thta I was having another episode. Maybe I HSOULD get an addiction. It would serve me right. She's my passion but also my poison.