the easy lie of absolutely no regrets
I am so incredibly mad, then so incredibly sad. I feel guilty, then I try to remember that I did what I could at the time. I go back and look at pictures and read old journal entries and it was written all over him. It's just so awful. For his family and friends, I send my love... because I know how hard they tried and how much they loved.
It breaks my heart. Even though I haven't talked to him in over three years... there was a time in my life I considered him one of my closest friends. And I'll never again be able to say "I wonder how Peter is doing..." Because he took that away. He gave up.
He was a good person. He was polite and fun and interesting. He was there for you when you needed it. He sent you a pizza from 200 miles away when you said you were hungry. One of our first days together was spent taking pictures at the abandoned mill - and I can't find those pictures now. He ate all my jelly bellies.
I tried at the time... I really did. But he spiraled. He pushed away. I didn't know what to do anymore. I guess he didn't either.
I'm sorry it went this way, friend. I hope we all find peace.
It breaks my heart. Even though I haven't talked to him in over three years... there was a time in my life I considered him one of my closest friends. And I'll never again be able to say "I wonder how Peter is doing..." Because he took that away. He gave up.
He was a good person. He was polite and fun and interesting. He was there for you when you needed it. He sent you a pizza from 200 miles away when you said you were hungry. One of our first days together was spent taking pictures at the abandoned mill - and I can't find those pictures now. He ate all my jelly bellies.
I tried at the time... I really did. But he spiraled. He pushed away. I didn't know what to do anymore. I guess he didn't either.
I'm sorry it went this way, friend. I hope we all find peace.