He boarded a bus to Portland, OR. He called and said he made the wrong choice. He got robbed of his money and he is left stranded there now. At best he'll make it to the hospital if he is smart enough. They will at least give him his medications. It lost control, his mind exploded and for him to detox in my apartment was impossible. He knew I had money and wanted alcohol more than anything. That is the addiction. His medications stopped working and now he is in Portland calling me collect saying nothing in the world would be better than sitting next to me watching Dr. Who. He is such an idiot and I can't believe I cared for him like he was the only friend I had in this world, but still he is my best friend. I hope to hear from him again about his whereabouts and hopefully he made it somewhere safe. He is a vagabond at heart and he wanted his freedom more than living with me. He won't achieve it, no one achieves complete freedom. I am trapped here with my family but it won't be the end of me, my story. My story is not to drink myself to sleep and hope an ambulance comes to put me in a hospital to deprive me of everything. I am bit emotional still, I cried a lot and refused to leave the house. I watched music videos all day, dark and depressing until another friend of mine turned my head around, but still I am not used to this lonliness. To be honest this will be the first time I am totally alone. I have always had a boyfriend, lover, family and now I am my own person and I decided to have a beer myself. Toasted to the end of the world.