Baby has passed away last night. Left me all alone. No signs, no warning….nothing. My darling stoner baby. The apartment is still now. Silent. Empty. Even though baby doesn’t make much noise..without her, the whole place is SO filled with emptiness it’s driving me crazy. I close my eyes and I see her. I keep thinking about her I can’t sleep. Doesn’t matter how tired or how sleepy I am-I just can’t. I hate this feeling.

Could I have prevented it? Could I?