It's not that I didn't care about them, don't get me wrong, I think about them all the time, but for me I needed a lot of time for my self before I could face all that unpleasantness. Scott and I were always there for each other, and I honestly don't know if I could have made it through some of those times without him. It was hard losing friends. It is scary to write this, but one almost can get used to the pain of losing someone after it has happened so often before. But then in a way I think it has to.
Human nature builds a tough skin to protect itself.
You learn to dust your self off and move on, in the quickest manner possible. Until Scott passed I thought that I had it down to a science. I thought that I could have handled anything, but then there is nothing that can prepare you for losing the most important and influential person in your life. In your story you said that Scott died from a heroin overdose. You said that you were living the fast life.