Acceptance? (TRIGGERING)

I had a dream about Henry. His family was coming over for dinner and I spent most of the time wondering if he would be there. He was. I thought about calling my friends to tell them, but I didn’t want to get their hopes up. I talked to him about his suicide; I asked him if he regretted it. He did. I asked him if he was still alive now that I was talking to him. He said he wasn’t.
I think this was the nicest dream because it was some form of closure for me that I will never get in reality.
- Henry regrets it.
- I couldn’t have saved him.
- I can’t change what happened.

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henrybuildsstuff replied to your post: btw in case any of your are actually reading…

it’s ok…. sometimes you just don’t want to or can’t write. Whenever you get to it is ok :)

Wow, thank you. That really means a lot.

Idk this is gonna sound weird, but I think I had too much time lately? Like, I never knew what to do with my time so I just got incredibly lazy. But I just started college last week, so maybe I’ll be busy now and up to writing again. :) 

xx

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First picture is the view you get when you come up the spiral stairs. Second is a cool den (my favorite thing in the whole house) with an Eames lounge chair and small ottomans/seats. Third is the bedroom area (behind the kickbutt sliding glass wall made of old windows). Next is a wall of awesome art, and last is a view of the closet area, which is scandalously open to the public.hehe 

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