‘What’s the last thing I wanna see before I die? God…

I wanted to see stars. But I didn’t die. I was just having a really goofy fucking trip.

The first time I tried drugs was after we moved. I got them off some guy in exchange for… You know. Tried them that night. K-holed. I was freaking out bad. Everything on Google said I was gonna die. I had no choice. I asked mum to take me to the hospital.

We used to be so close. We tried to go on like normal but everything reminded her of him. Leftover cigarettes. Old photos. Wedding gifts. His clothes. His seat. Me. She could run away from all of those other things, and she did, but she couldn’t run away from me.

Maybe she thought that sending me away would work. Like she might actually miss me after those seven days. She didn’t. I didn’t miss her much either. Actually I had a great time during my stay at St Mary’s Private Mental Health Clinic and Housing on Junction Road. I learnt a lot there. Then I left. And I forgot everything.

Do you remember at Arna’s party how Mim tried to kill herself by jumping off the balcony? I thought I was gonna die that night, I was so fucking high. This was after I was supposed to be sober. I thought about calling my mum—- As if she’d be any help. I went outside to look at the stars, you know, just in case I was overdosing. I looked up and—- BAM! That bitch almost landed on me. I really could’ve died. Yeah. Poor Mim. Shit’s fucked up.’