something came up and i told someone that the most stressful thing i’ve been dealing with lately is the death. fucking people. fucking pets. fucking family members. mathematically it makes sense but it still fucking sucks. where are my old friends? dead for all i know. some of them were such a horror show. some of them … it was more like love than friendship. i don’t even have friends anymore. i don’t know what friendship is. that’s a bit dramatic. but i’ve cut so many out like a cancer. it’s a good thing i live in my head. i used to think i lived in a digital world, but these kids today … they are not even functional irl. but me. i can’t even find my old friends out there. i mean, that’s a lie. i see one of them on facebook right now. but did i say hello? no. i didn’t. why? so many reasons. so many reasons. one of them has to do with a condemned heroin flophouse.