4:58 p.m.

This all needs to stop.

Its just you I cant make slow down

You and your sweet addiction for death

oh baby please don't leave.

You moms voice cracked as we spoke and her heart ... well it died the moment she found you on the floor. I'm not angry at you and neither is she. I regret all I've done this past week but its nothing compared to your sorrow. Don't die on me because I can't take to friends dying in a year. I'd miss you.