Especially when I was just saying hello, really.
I know he hates me and all.
But I, for some reason, actually wanted him to be okay.
I've got this cold.
And I don't know if it's the sickness or the meds, but I can't concentrate on much of anything.
I miss someone. A lot. Living here will not work anymore. Because something I want is too far away. I think I'll hide now. I think I'll read. Maybe I'll smoke the last of the good stuff he brought me. Maybe I'll save it for as long as I can. I might watch a movie. I might try to call some people.
My head is fuzzy in this really horrible way.