i know i get to attached.

chapter depressing.

June 30, 2015.

I got a text from Anna one evening while I was on vacation. it read;
"Josh, I can't do this anymore. I guess I just liked the attention, but the flirting and all this has just got to stop. I know you love me, and al that, but I'm sorry. I can't. it's weird getting into a relationship with someone younger than me. I'm sorry josh..."
what. the. actual. fuck. sending me that? over text?! the least you could do is call me! but whatever? I'm just chopped liver right? right?! I feel like I don't have a place anywhere. but anyways, let's get back.
my vacation was a disaster. I lied to my friends about one another, (huge mistake), I had a suicide attempt, and i almost relapsed. the whole week was complete and utter shit. but I resolved it with getting drunk. I love liquor. it makes me happy. and it was nice to have a smoke in there or two. all I know is that I'm going to hell.
cause look at me. I'm a suicidal freak, I cut, I drink, I smoke (occasionally), and I hate. I hate. you're probably wondering why this chapter is so short. it's because thats all that happened that month. let's get into July.