It has been one year and eight months since Jenni's death, and my heart is still numb. Each day is an event to get out of bed. Their days I get home from work and I can't remember what happened that morning or the day before, and I don't care. Jenni died of a drug overdose. Every time I take a pill of any kind I think of that day. I see someone or hear someone talk about taking some type on meds I think of that day.
People tell me I need to get out and start dating and I agree. I have been given phone numbers by girls but, I think what's the use they might die. What do you do? I know everyone will die some time and I know this sounds stupid, cause it dose to me. But that's how I fill.
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