#henrybuildsstuff

it's not a joke.

I had a dream about Henry. His family was coming over for dinner and I spent most of the time wondering if he would be there. He was. I thought about calling my friends to tell them, but I didn't want to get their hopes up. I talked to him about his suicide; I asked him if he regretted it. He did. I asked him if he was still alive now that I was talking to him. He said he wasn't. I think this was the nicest dream because it was some form of closure for me that I will never get in reality. - Henry regrets it. - I couldn't have saved him. - I can't change what happened.

Bathroom and closet area. This is it for my (so far unnamed) apartment. There is a small porch on the back that I forgot to take pictures of.

Bedroom with little seating area.

Diningroom and study with frosted wall of glass.

Kitchen and small nook.

View of small hallway, and livingroom.