- Mood:
Annoyed - Listening to: The sugarettes
- Drinking: smoke
I got the internet back up. I'm glad. The new apartment wasn't really home until I could stare at the screen for hours.
So the biggest update in my life has to be my brother. He died April 3rd. He was only 15 and his birthday was only one month away. He died of a drug overdose. He was drunk and high on weed, valium and zoloft. Really? Really Jeff? You're such a badass and such a popular kid and this is how you decide to go? On a futon with foam on your mouth?
Basically, I hated the kid. I did. Just look at my submission titled "my brother". We fought non stop and he was violent and hateful. But I miss him so much. I feel like I'm going to wake up one morning and be back in my bed. Before I found Jeff dead. Before the funeral, the wake, the hundreds of crying kids, and the unbearable unpleasantness in my home that forced me to move out.
I feel bad, always.
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