I can't fix anything, you know. Like someone once told me, I can't even save myself.
I missed Aneeka's Birthday. I told myself a million times not to forget it. Last night I realized it had been last week.
Last night I dreamed I was drinking blood and it made my throat sore. Now I have sore throat.
Yesterday I spent a lot of time in the rain. And then the rain turned to snow. I wasn't cold.
I knew him, you know. I had the privilege of spending a few days with him. He was really funny. A genuinly nice person. And now I can't so anything. I can't even admit that I'll be devastated when he dies, that I'm devastated now, because who cares about the ex-girlfriend, right? Anything I do will just make the situation a million times worse. I can't fix anything. I can't even fix myself.