Dec 08, 2015 18:44
Ten years is a nice, sizable milestone.
This is harder than it should be. I keep erasing everything I type. My words don’t feel like they are enough.
We should be laughing about the time. Complete with a ridiculous tin/aluminum gift, as if this were a thing we would actually want to celebrate.
I found the letters I wrote to you after. I began the first one by saying “i don't understand your reasons... and i probably never will.” Joke must be on me, because I understand now. Oh, do I understand, completely. I love you all the same, I just wish I had been a little bit louder.
Ugh, I miss you everything about you, Daniel. I guess it’s fitting that BuzzFeed is doing a mental health awareness thing this week.
If you need someone to talk to, know that I am here for you. I don't even care if it is 4 in the morning. Chances are, I would give you my everything if I could. We need to get away from this stupid stigma surrounding depression and suicide. It's okay to not be okay. I promise I won't love you any less because of it.