A series of letters to a once best friend, a series of letters he may never get to read. There are 73 days in summer, and that means 73 days of change. From a suicidal, depressed, self-harm addicted teenager into a (hopefully) stable young woman, this journal, written to my once best friend, chronicles my recovery. The only thing keeping me alive is a promise I made one year ago, a hope for a better future, and the thought of him. Many things will change, and my journey to recovery will not be easy.

this is practically a diary

A collection of my thoughts from Before, during, and after the year I was actively using heroine and Methamphetamine as well as dating someone who was using as well. Most are in response to things that have happened in my life, almost like a journal being written in public and for the public. Feedback is always welcome.