i haven’t been on here in forever. my best friend from myrtle beach got out of rehab last week. he’s now living in a halfway house in north carolina. i am so proud of him.
i am making him a scrapbook (smashbook) with quotes about recovery and other positive things, pics of us together and spots for him to journal if he wants to. i know he’s gonna think its super corny but i want him to have something to look at, if he ever needs it. he was clean from his drug of choice for 11 months before he relapsed. i want him to make it to a year, completely clean and sober. and i know that’s what he wants too.
thinking about taylor because music i downloaded.
hard to love, better than i used to be, come over. they’re so him.
ugh. i never will give up, i just hope he knows that me moving on doesn’t mean i’ve given up on him or i don’t care about him or don’t love him. i do, and that’s why i’m doing my own thing, because he needs to think about himself, and not think about me. but i think about him every. single. day. i just want him to do the best he can and know i’m proud of him. he’ll be sober 5 months on july 5th. he’s made it through so many “drinking” holidays. love him so much, ‘til my last day, ‘til my last breath<3.