came on to try and find c’s old vent to discover i unfollowed it in some depressive rampage months ago. i looked up old pictures of her, her obituary, poetry, things i really dont need to be rediscovering while trying to write a frankenstein essay. spring should be coming soon but the air is still so bitter. i remember the days i used this and i was so unsure of who i was. i really just want to get high. i wish i could talk to her just one more time. i hope youre doing ok zack. june is so far away.
















