East Shit.

It's been a full year since my Dad passed away. It still really hurts to know he isn't in Brooklyn. But it's almost a relief to know he doesn't struggle anymore. I just wish I was there for him when he died. He was so alone...

Where are my friends?
Dylan is in Brooklyn finishing his last year at Pratt.
Bryce has been living in Florida for almost half a year.
Josh moved to Philly a few months back.
Louis has been living in Denver for a few years now.
Bobby just got locked up for three months.
Dan moved out west to California.
Michelle moved into a lonely apartment in Bethlehem.
Dave and Rickey are probably moving to NYC in the spring.

At least I still have Billy, Jesse, and Sara G to hang out with me. But how long will that last?
Almost all my friends are gone. Maybe I should be gone too?

My dear,

It burns. It burns. It burns every time we cross paths. Even a day a week feels to much sometimes, and yet it's always to little of time between us. I feel haunted by the months passed. You successfully fucked my outlook all together. I won't look at another one the same. I won't even give anyone different the time of day. You were the only one for me. I let myself go these days. I let my beard grow out and the rings under my eyes grow darker. For the mere fact that I was hiding this face from you. Hiding my true emotions, that you so positively masked. It's time we break this never ending chain that has plagued me. I can no longer drown my sorrows. Good day to you, darling. Stiff upper lip.

The one you dragged down, Mark.

P.S - You're liquor marks my stomach, just like your glass cuts my lips. Miss Whiskey, you've done more than enough for me.