It’s almost here. The one year mark—one down, a whole fucking lifetime to go. July 1st and July 16th, actually—the last time I saw them, and then their birthday/the day of our fight, which I refer to as “my personal 9/11.”

This shit has just completely destroyed my life. I can barely even look at myself in the mirror.

I can’t even hope that I’ll see them again some day.