When I was younger I had an older friend named Evy. She took me under her wing when no one else paid me a second thought, and she saved my life at one point.
Like me, she’d always been the odd one out.
We had a falling out a few years ago after she got onto drugs and started spouting racism and pro-drug nonsense on facebook. About a year later, she died from an overdose.
It’s been a couple of years.
My hair dried wrong yesterday, and today it kind of looks like the kind of hair she used to have. Made me think of her.
I miss her, and who she was before the drugs killed her brain and her soul.
Part of me wishes I’d remained friends with her, but honestly, she was gone long before she died. No one could reach her soul, and she didn’t think she needed help.
Still. I will never forget the friend she was when she was sober, and the kindness she showed me at a time no one else would.
Sorry, don’t know where I’m going with this. I suppose I just needed to get it off my chest.
Thank you all for the support.
The year Evy died was a tough year for me. Lost 3 friends, and almost lost a 4th.
I don’t like that I’m reaching an age where I have to attend funerals for people my age.
