Listen to the girl as she takes on half the world...
two days ago in the early morning one of my dearest friends Carlee Brown was struck by a car and killed.
I found this out from a coked up asshole at a bar who could only use the opportunity of telling me to drive his own narcissistic agenda.
Carlee was a girl who proved me to the world, she drove me, she was simple and simply beautiful. I'm in disbelief she is gone. It's a hard feeling when someone you've been counting on has been so harshly taken away. Of all the people in the world to go, of all the souls, of all the amazing people who have touched my life, why her?
She taught me how to live, truly. She taught me how to fight the hardest fights. She taught me what true beauty was. I had dreams of taking her with me to the top. I had dreams to endow her with the same grace she had given me. She had taken on half the world and had won. More than any other time I wish I believed in some god, something to offer some explanation. The harsh and brutal reality seeps in, and it fucking hurts. I'd like to think she's resting in heaven looking down on me, on us (and none of you know who "us" is). I'd like to think she was still here.
"life is a bitch, and then you die"
I realize only now how true that is. She didn't deserve this, not this way.
I found this out from a coked up asshole at a bar who could only use the opportunity of telling me to drive his own narcissistic agenda.
Carlee was a girl who proved me to the world, she drove me, she was simple and simply beautiful. I'm in disbelief she is gone. It's a hard feeling when someone you've been counting on has been so harshly taken away. Of all the people in the world to go, of all the souls, of all the amazing people who have touched my life, why her?
She taught me how to live, truly. She taught me how to fight the hardest fights. She taught me what true beauty was. I had dreams of taking her with me to the top. I had dreams to endow her with the same grace she had given me. She had taken on half the world and had won. More than any other time I wish I believed in some god, something to offer some explanation. The harsh and brutal reality seeps in, and it fucking hurts. I'd like to think she's resting in heaven looking down on me, on us (and none of you know who "us" is). I'd like to think she was still here.
"life is a bitch, and then you die"
I realize only now how true that is. She didn't deserve this, not this way.