I am writing to you from a friends. Last night my apartment burned down to the ground. I lost everything, except my cat. I saved him and me. That's it, that's all.
I have a killer headache. I'm scared, you guys.
I wish I was making this up, I wish it was all a dream. But when did wishing ever help anyone?
I'll say it again, I lost everything. Isn't that fucking nuts?
How does this happen? Why?
I can't eat. One good thing, I suppose. I literally can't. I had some grapes this morning, and threw them up in Walmarts bathroom.
I don't need food, just sleep, maybe. Or booze. Or weed. I'm dying for a smoke.
Thank God for friends. These people I rarely talk to have come through for me in the most beautiful, unexpected way.
I'm trying to focus on the positives, I really am. It's just really fucking hard right now.