please, help me~
my sweet Stella ~ sorry now that I let her go The other day when I was talking to my step dad, I mentioned that I have felt a little 'blocked' with my blog. Feels like I've pretty much covered my entire life already, and I can't think of anything else to write about. He suggested maybe I could post some lyrics I've written. I like this idea. I wrote this song for a smart, loving, funny, and freakishly beautiful young woman I met in my second year of sobriety . She had five months sober. We became fast friends. Only a few months later, I watched as her entire life unraveled. It took only three weeks for her relapse to pull her under. Only THREE WEEKS. Everything she owned, she'd pawned. She'd been evicted. She started stripping for money for her drug of choice. She had collected a new group of friends. She would still call on me from time to time, and I'd always answer. The last time we spoke, she told me she was returning to Texa...