On Vox: now about me part 2.
so here i am reading through his myspace....and i feel like shit, this guy is dead. he died in a car accident. and here i am thinking wtf dose tim see in him he's ugly and fat. god i feel horrible. very bad icant believe i just said that, i know it sounds stupid but it makes it different because this person is dead. it's like i feel like i am disturbing him. i would hate to have that happen to me, especially when i am dead i don't want people to go on my myspace and say such horrible or think things like that about me. then i continue on. i see that he party a lot, so he lives half of his life drunk. which is also sad, what a way to not really be living. but atleast he had fun right? i continue on to the comments. and this guy was a very special guy i don't know when he died, because there are comments where people are like oh thanks for talking to me last night, and so on. but all his comments stay the same, everyone telling him how much they love him, how much he means to them, how much he helps them with their problems and that hits close to home for me, it's like me. minus the fact of living my life drunk i don't drink lol.and i think what a way to go. what potentinal who knows what he could have been, what he could have seen, and i know there is always going to be those issuse. and i guess that's what bothers me about death so much not having the chance, to do everything i could possibly do. say the things i want to say, i am sorry it's my life and this is just a stepping stone another one. and through his loss of life i will gain one in myself...i need to do the things i've never done. and say them more than ever know because who knows one day there will no more entries on vox. and maybe comments from my friends saying how they miss me.
Originally posted on darkfairy.vox.com