Foolish me, I thought this could get easier...
I can't tell if I'm suppressing the sadness that has overwhelmed everyone or if I'm just not sad...
Christ, it's so fucked how you went. That's honestly all I can think of...
That and Stacy...
I'm actually sitting trying to decide whether or not to go to your viewing. Do I belong there? We were no longer friends when it happened. You did wrong and felt no remorse, thinking that I would just forgive and forget, like you were free of fault. Like you had nothing but good intentions for each step you took... You tried to make amends with me and I just wouldn't let it happen... couldn't.
Now you're gone.
What happens now?
Do I grieve? Do I just go on like we've never met?
You've left so many people, flipping their world upside down, leaving them with nothing but memories, small effects, even some, with guilt over how you died.
I choke back tears, not even sure whether I'm sad or angry or that you deserve them.
I feel so goddamned fake writing this, but I'm sincere.
I don't think I should go to the funeral.
I don't think I could go to the funeral.
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this...
Closure? Anger? The fact that there's no one that I can talk to about this?
I told you you weren't invincible.
You never listened to me.
I almost wish there was an afterlife so I could tell you what your mistake did to everyone while I slap the shit out of you.
There's nothing that I can say or do to bring you back to those who love you.
I wish I could erase the pain, the heartache, the emptiness, the grip inside the chest of each person you've affected.
I wish these things could get easier.
I'm obviously a fool.
From the sounds of it, you tried to get your life on the right track.
I honestly hope you did.
You've left an impression on us all, kid.
Rest in peace, Shane.
Christ, it's so fucked how you went. That's honestly all I can think of...
That and Stacy...
I'm actually sitting trying to decide whether or not to go to your viewing. Do I belong there? We were no longer friends when it happened. You did wrong and felt no remorse, thinking that I would just forgive and forget, like you were free of fault. Like you had nothing but good intentions for each step you took... You tried to make amends with me and I just wouldn't let it happen... couldn't.
Now you're gone.
What happens now?
Do I grieve? Do I just go on like we've never met?
You've left so many people, flipping their world upside down, leaving them with nothing but memories, small effects, even some, with guilt over how you died.
I choke back tears, not even sure whether I'm sad or angry or that you deserve them.
I feel so goddamned fake writing this, but I'm sincere.
I don't think I should go to the funeral.
I don't think I could go to the funeral.
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this...
Closure? Anger? The fact that there's no one that I can talk to about this?
I told you you weren't invincible.
You never listened to me.
I almost wish there was an afterlife so I could tell you what your mistake did to everyone while I slap the shit out of you.
There's nothing that I can say or do to bring you back to those who love you.
I wish I could erase the pain, the heartache, the emptiness, the grip inside the chest of each person you've affected.
I wish these things could get easier.
I'm obviously a fool.
From the sounds of it, you tried to get your life on the right track.
I honestly hope you did.
You've left an impression on us all, kid.
Rest in peace, Shane.