Later that night I couldn't sleep,
why the fuck can't I ever sleep?

It's probably something to do with all of my fucked up brain.

I finally talked to Brendon a while ago.

He said he was doing good.

I haven't been able to visit him for a while, maybe I'll be able to visit him tomorrow.

Apparently he's gained some weight and I'm really proud of him.

It must've been hard to even realize that he had an eating disorder never mind being able to try to deal with it.

He's really strong and I'm so proud of him.

I'm just glad the dude finally reached out for help and is doing what he needs, it was heartbreaking to watch him not doing that.