Reading through old messages from you and god damn, I know nothing can be changed but I miss you.
this anonymous inbox has been with me through:
2 relationships, 6 moves, 4 cars, 1 dead pet, dozens of lost friends, 1 surgery, 6k cigarettes, 3k vapes, 500 drunken nights, 400 panic attacks, 3 therapists, 4 failed meds, 4 failed attempts, dozens of relapses
it’s been a little reminder that even on my worst days, some one was thinking about me somewhere and was happy to know me, missed me, was thinking about me.
my inbox is bugging out, every few months it adds a notification, i’m at 10 inbox notifications now but this is the only one in there. i’m giving it it’s permanent spot on my blog today.
i miss you, too.













