hes gone and everyone needs to stop being so fucking sad
I hung out with him the most the past 6 months and I know he wouldn't want us all to be sad. I was the guys fucking blood brother, his fucking closest friend. He was sacred about his blood and he trusted me with it. Why u may ask? I dont fucking know, u decide. How many of u dumbasses saw him once a week? once a month? I saw him 5 days a week at least. I was the one he fucking did drugs with. Every time it would be him and me. The one time I wasn't there this fucking shit happens. You know what if I could turn back time i wouldn't save him. I would have been right next to him and died with him with no regrets. Some may say its a tragedy he died, I say its a tragedy to not have died with him. I felt closer to him than anyone. I think Mike said it best when he said that Jared and I get along so well because we are the same in most ways and are differences arent really an important matter. Now are only difference is that hes dead and I am still here. Nobody better get offended or butt hurt by this, I just decided if people are gonna write about this shit I might as well say my piece in it. It took this shit, for me to write in this crap again.