Anything that is remotely serious will be in red ink. Well, from now on.
I slit my wrist again.
I was doing so well.
I thought I was.
I hadn't had any urges for months. I haven't always been the "peppy, upbeat" guy you know.
I used to have some pretty serious internal demons, and coupling my depression, anxiety and self-loathing with news I have just heard, it was obvious that I would do it again.
Eric is dead.
Eric is no more.
Eric is now cold, and lifeless.
Eric isn't coming back.
To top all of that, Chris thinks I have something to do with it, like it was my fault that Eric went and fucking took an entire bottle of Zoloft.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak.
I don't know if I'll be continuing this blog any more.
See ya - Cecilio