Izzy’s dead. She’s fucking dead. I broke my sobriety. I told Waylon I wished it was him. I kissed Jeremy, of all fucking people in the world to kiss… And I called him by his sister’s name, not even, what, minutes, hours later? Does it even matter? Kissing him or not doesn’t erase how fucked up that is regardless. At this rate, I’ll be lucky if I didn’t cost myself two, if not three, of the most important people in my life. And for what? A ghost?
