An Update?
The Fog. Part III.
Go. No, don't go. Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go. Go. No, don't go. Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go. Go. No, don't go. Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go.
Which way should I go? Towards the bright light or away and... I guess remain here in this fog? But the light was so warm. I wanted warmth. I took a step forward and the light had brighten. It illuminated a white glow all around and I felt something in me disappear. I felt like all the cigarette smoke inside of my lungs was coming out, all the drugs I've ever taken lifted out of me and I wasn't thirsty for beer or wine. I felt a lot better. Back to my normal self before I met Lark and tried that stuff.
No, I don't blame Lark. He didn't force me into anything. I wanted to do them.
Maybe if I wanted to never do that stuff again, I should go into the light.
But I would be leaving my friends behind... No, what friends? I didn't have any friends. I use to. Then I ditched them so that I could party all the time without being harassed and I left Ryder, my boyfriend, so that I wouldn't hurt his feelings. And the friends I made here in New York weren't my friends. They were just random people I hooked up with all the time. Fuck buddies.
Maybe the light was the best decision.
The light was glowing bright and bright, almost calling my name.
I started walking towards the light...