Too Much

My last blog was obviously pure rage. I just don't understand him. He used to be so much smarter than this. He used to be so much better than this.

I hate growing up. Personally, for myself, I love it. I love where I'm at and I'm proud of the things I've been accomplishing. But Kenny. No. I just want to wrap him up in a bubble and make him better. Even though I do realize that that probably won't make anything better at all. I just want to protect him and keep him safe. I also want to punch him in the face for being such an idiot.

I just don't know how we got here. I don't know how he went from straight A's to drugs. I don't even feel like this is even real. It just feels like a very very bad joke. Like an April Fools scenario gone terribly wrong.

I just want to start over. This is too much.

Today was supposed to be beautiful

I honestly thought he was done with the drugs. I believed him. I thought things were going so well.

I was terribly foolishly wrong. I was too lenient about everything. And now you've fucked up all over again. And I 100% just don't trust you at all.

You told us you would never touch the drugs again. You said you couldn't stand to hurt us again. Well you did. And you have. And I hope it fucking eats you alive.

You're pathetic.