They're outside my door. I'm pretending to be asleep. So fucking glad I took sleeping pills.

It takes two in any kind of relationship. Two people working at friendship.  2 people to lose it. I'm still mourning my friend.

My therapist thinks I'm better. She says I have more energy.

When I lay in bed every night,  I still wish I was dead. I don't feel further away from it. I feel closer to it.