'I can't say I know how you feel, but I've spent many-a-night up with this friend of mine (younger than you, actually) just being there to listen and try to help him as best I can. '
Been there done that. Thank all thats holy for insomniak. I would be a total wreck without her (or at least more so than now). I wanted to wait to post this until she could be here but I couldn't.
'More importantly, are you comfortable with who you are?'
not particularly. Texas brainwashing is probably to blame. I can't get it off my mind...everything I read/see/hear reminds me how F*CKed up my life suddenly is. I can't even look at my parents anymore, and they don't even know theres anything wrong.
Here in this cold white room tied up to these machines, it's hard to imagine life as it used to be. Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen... Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen. Whirling, swirling, never blue... How could you go and die? What a selfish thing to do...
RIP Jason