welcome to the turning point of the story.

june 5, 2010

pete, oh my god, pete. I know it's your birthday, and I don't want to be the bearer of bad news (maybe it's good for you), but I don't think I can do this anymore. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much.

sent--12:00 am
seen--6:53 am

patrick, please don't do anything stupid. please, fuck.

sent--6:53 am
seen--6:54 am

pete. pete. pete. I can't go on like this. I need help. I'm gonna drink myself to death. I haven't had a sober night since you left.

sent--6:54 am
seen--8:19 am

patrick, you know that rehab centre we used to pass on the way to the studio? go there. please, babe, go there.

sent--8:20 am
seen--8:20 am

goodbye, pete.

sent--8:21 am
seen--9:54 am