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Fuck all of you who claim that you "haven't gotten over Mitchell". It's obvious that you have. Sure, you might still think about him every once in a while and think that you miss him, but you're perfectly content. Well, if you have gotten over Mitchell, and have moved on from his death, fine. That's you're business, and if that's how you feel, I'd have respect for you for admitting that. But don't fucking cry 365 days after he died without ever talking about him or thinking about him before that. Don't fucking put on an act to get sympathy. DON'T FUCKING EXPLOIT MITCHELL'S DEATH.
Alright, so, I'm at JMS. Last time I was there, rock & rhythm band room...jesus christ. I'm just gonna leave it at that. I know the past always looks perfect, etc. But really, damn, those was the days. Blame it on the weed, high school, Mitchell's death...it's more than that.
Roughly a year ago, around Mitchell's funeral, my life SUCKED. So much. I was miserable. I thought I had lost all of my friends (which I pretty much had), and I thought that I was in the worst situation. It was terrible. I was in hell. And now...well, now I'd give anything to have it be that way again. My best friend (and no, I'm not exaggerating by calling him my best friend) had just died. I was in Albuquerque, but with pretty much no one talking to me. I was seriously relying a couple of people, and those people didn't even fucking look at me. I didn't think it could get much worse...but whatever. Anyone of his close friends who haven't seen his room recently, should. It's really nice.
Alright, so, I'm at JMS. Last time I was there, rock & rhythm band room...jesus christ. I'm just gonna leave it at that. I know the past always looks perfect, etc. But really, damn, those was the days. Blame it on the weed, high school, Mitchell's death...it's more than that.
Roughly a year ago, around Mitchell's funeral, my life SUCKED. So much. I was miserable. I thought I had lost all of my friends (which I pretty much had), and I thought that I was in the worst situation. It was terrible. I was in hell. And now...well, now I'd give anything to have it be that way again. My best friend (and no, I'm not exaggerating by calling him my best friend) had just died. I was in Albuquerque, but with pretty much no one talking to me. I was seriously relying a couple of people, and those people didn't even fucking look at me. I didn't think it could get much worse...but whatever. Anyone of his close friends who haven't seen his room recently, should. It's really nice.