Still I can't escape the ghost of you.

So much since my last journal. A lot of darkness. I've lost close friends for ridiculous reasons, I've watched my mother get increasingly sicker, I've screamed and cried, I've held a bottle of pills in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, and I've never been more scared in my entire life. There were nights that were pitch black. Days, too.

But I'm still here.

I hope you're still here with me.