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Ya know, my mother is always lecturing me on how I am bummed out because my friends have people that care about them. She has no fucking clue. I mean, no one actually knows what it's like to lose your best friend forever. Like no one ever makes me feel the way you did. Ever. No one ever will. And I miss that. Dear god I miss that. No one makes me laugh as hard as you did or anything. I wonder if people knew how much it hurt if they'd leave me alone. Because every time someone tells me that it will get better I just want to scream at them that it won't get better. Every day that I wake up and you're not alive, it feels like that day all over again. And I have to deal with that the rest of my life. But I just wanted to tell you how much I miss you and that I love you. Bunches. Happy 21st, Bill.