Filtered to Renee

Oh my god, are you okay?!

I love you, Renee. So much. You're one of the best friends I've ever had.

Dave Saunders came to see me today. He's the guy who saved my life. Turns out the reason he didn't ring the police right away is because he saw my arms where I injected and he didn't want to get me in trouble with the law if that was something they were looking out for. They aren't, not with me, but I appreciated the thought. He used heroin too, and he stopped, but he understands. I never believed in fate, but I have to admit, being saved by an ex-junkie is pretty random. Dad says he had a teenage son who died of cancer so he said Dave can come visit whenever he wants. If I can make Dave feel any sort of peace or happiness by my presence in his life, I'm happy to do so. I only still have it because of him.

I'm feeling better today. I can eat without puking now, which is fucking nice. Mum and Dad are dancing in the living room to Elvis Costello. They're such saps. God I'm glad they still do things like that.

I hope you're okay. I've been so worried. Which I guess is fair...