Hard to believe that two days ago would have been six months. Would have been. But no.

God, why do I still even count the months?

I sure do miss Ethan. A lot.

This article about the dangers of smoking weed just isn’t keeping my thoughts at bay.

A text appears on my phone. At least I have my phone back tonight after my mother’s “intervention.”

It’s from Jared. He’s having problems. I’m having problems. We talk about our problems for an hour and 55 minutes. Crazy how just a year ago I would have never guessed the crazy things about him. He probably feels the same about me. We’re so messed up. I guess we’re more alike than I thought. He’s a good friend.

I still can’t believe my mom wanted me to go to counseling.