rip adam

finally buried him the other day - his body's been in my car for at least a month+ waiting for the right spot.
i really thought we'd last forever. or, at least, that he would outlast me and end up moving in with someone else. i never thought i'd be the one putting him in the ground. i suppose after the flowering snake plant died, i shouldn't be surprised at anything anymore. he toured with me, for fuck's sake.
no more silent temper tantrums of protest. no more happy times.

it was my living that killed him.