Whenever there’s a good, there’s a bad. I get myself working and get myself sorted out but I’m fighting to stay up instead of spiralling downward. Proving difficult to stay motivated, all I want to do is get fucked and forget about all of this shit. But that’s not the “adult” way to do things, is it?
Today is proving more difficult than it ever has before.
It’s the first year I’ve had to go through my emotions alone. I just need a cuddle and to be told everything is ok.
I miss you so much Ricky, you were my best friend, like a brother I never had and you were taken from us 6 years ago now.
You’d think it’d get easier with time but this year has proved that theory wrong.
I’m struggling. It’s a shame the only person I want to talk to about it I feel like I shouldn’t.
If anyone is up for a smoke please text me or something. I could do with the company.
Last couple weeks have been complicated. Hopefully next week things will be back to normal.
If not then I guess it’s time to let go and start the next chapter.