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well i thought tuesday may have helped things, even though i was dreading it, a funeral just makes things seem so final, however this isnt the case. not five minutes go by with out me thinking about him, the fact that i will never see him again, that i will never hug him again, that i will never talk to him again, call him or recieve a text from him. i thought tuesday would make me realise that hes gone, yet i cannot quite grasp that he has. i want to be able to wake up from this bad dream even though i know its not one. my mind is competly fucked right now. i keep looking at the service booklet given out, and yet when i look over to where it is im hoping its not there. this is so fucking gay. even viewing his body hasnt helped me to realise hes gone, it didnt look like him, so it doesnt feel like hes gone. it just feels so wrong, and i hate the fact that i year at uni will be different now and remembered for the worng reasons. they say time is a healer, but i dont want to heal i just want him back
i miss you andy and love you with all my heart
gone but not forgottern
i miss you andy and love you with all my heart
gone but not forgottern