Yesterday was... Thursday

A couple days ago we ended up finding my roommate Steve, he was in his room. It wasn't good. It was actually pretty bad. The first night was sorta scary, even for me. For those of you who don't know what my apt looks like there will be more pictures but simply, my room's the one of the right. I called Mandy that night and she had just found out her grandma had passed away. The same grandma I talked to when I went to get my yellow bike. We talked till late and she stayed on the phone with me when I was imagining things. I fell asleep with the lights on and the tv on loud enough to block out the 'house sounds' of the night. The next morning I woke up gray and got a phone call as I tried calling my mom as the phone died in my hands. Minutes cost money. It was Mandy. She left work and we met at 24th st, where we met in October last year. I got mcdonalds breakfast. She watched. We went back to my house and...









I am so grateful we are after so much.
I will be there too.