Saturday, July 1, 2017


I miss my friend Ash. She's great. And I'm never going to be able to talk to her again.

I never thought of her as someone who was 100 percent great - I mean that in the friendliest way possible - but she's been a great friend to talk to. Sure we had some disagreements, especially during my mood swings where she'd seriously call me out on being insensitive, but what friendship doesn't have these potholes? A genuine one would always have ups and downs. And I miss that.

I don't like what happened to her - no one does - but I wish I could've helped somehow.

And maybe one day she'll leave the horror. Oh well. It's future rust and it's future dust.