Today had been a satisfying day. Jason completed his ten month residence at the rehab I also went to (and miss horribly.) He picked me up around four and whisked me to my “home,” which is what I refer to that magical place as. I know some people are reading this and thinking WTF is up with this girl hahaha I grew a lot as a person there and enjoyed the people and things I did there. I was never the type that felt comfortable at home so that became the place I fit in just right. Everyone was fucked up, as I was. Everyone cried at night, as I did and still do. Everyone was drawn to the dark side, falling victim to the vice grip of whatever poison they prefered. I felt as though I was a part of something bigger: a family. Finally. So anyway, when I saw Jason standing in front of the family that would be left behind, an emotion I cant describe can over me. It was like..a..longing. I longed to be back in those halls, in those rooms, among the freaks and the weirdos, the fiends and the fuck ups. Goodnessssss, I just wanted to stay there. I miss it there so damn much..

Im rambling right about now cuz Im still caught up on the events of earlier. I guess I just need to get out that Im very proud of my good friend..so, so proud. And Im proud of the all the crazy motherfuckers that completed before and after myself.

Im sick of making no sense.