Sometimes it’s funny how everything could change in a second. One moment you’re in cloud nine and the next thing you know you find yourself falling on the ground. I’ve been drinking a lot these past couple of weeks and it helps drown my sorrow – well, at least just temporarily. And then I find myself miserable again as soon as I’m sober. It sucks that I couldn’t find pot – it would be cheaper but harder to find so I’m sticking with whisky. My developing relationship with Jack is steadily growing and I’m slowly finding myself getting more and more addicted. I can control it but I don’t want to and as much as I want to clean up my act I can’t. Anyway, I’m rambling again. I’m just so fucked up right now… always have been.