I woke up this morning like any other day, head pounding from a caffeine headache, and my stomach twisted from the increasingly large amounts of Benadryl that I've been taking to fall asleep and deal with this horrible rash that I've been suffering with for over a month. I'm sorry if that sounds lewd, but it is the sad truth of my reality. I've booked a doctors appointment so hopefully that mess will get sorted out in due time.
Unlike other mornings however, I received a screen play, and an envelope, which must have been slid under my door sometime in the early morning. It was from one of my best friends. I opened the envelope, and found a small letter written on an index card which pretty much said "I'll be leaving for good, and I hope you can understand". It was worded more elegantly than that,but you get the gist. It screamed of dark implications.
Obviously this freaked the hell out of me, and when I couldn't get a hold of him, I got even more worried. I actually sincerely prayed to god for the first time in my life that my friend hadn't don't something irreversibly damaging.
I learned within the next hour that he'd left similar notes for another friend and for his family. They all seemed to suggest that he would be gone for good.
I feel like it would be somehow exploitive to write more about what went on during the day, but I will say that I found out that he's still alive, and just missing. He's not a drug addict either, so that's not the reason he left if anyone reading is thinking that. I really don't get this whole situation at all, and never would have seen this coming.
I thought something like this would make me want to use, but it kind of did the opposite. I hardly thought about drugs the whole day.All that stuff seemed stupid because I just want my friend to be okay.
Unlike other mornings however, I received a screen play, and an envelope, which must have been slid under my door sometime in the early morning. It was from one of my best friends. I opened the envelope, and found a small letter written on an index card which pretty much said "I'll be leaving for good, and I hope you can understand". It was worded more elegantly than that,but you get the gist. It screamed of dark implications.
Obviously this freaked the hell out of me, and when I couldn't get a hold of him, I got even more worried. I actually sincerely prayed to god for the first time in my life that my friend hadn't don't something irreversibly damaging.
I learned within the next hour that he'd left similar notes for another friend and for his family. They all seemed to suggest that he would be gone for good.
I feel like it would be somehow exploitive to write more about what went on during the day, but I will say that I found out that he's still alive, and just missing. He's not a drug addict either, so that's not the reason he left if anyone reading is thinking that. I really don't get this whole situation at all, and never would have seen this coming.
I thought something like this would make me want to use, but it kind of did the opposite. I hardly thought about drugs the whole day.All that stuff seemed stupid because I just want my friend to be okay.
