did your know your friends could die?
It has been year since i've posted shit on here, but my friend Sam is dead. Regardless of anyone reading this i just needed to write something. He is gone, he is in the ground. His heart stopped and he was put in a backless suit and placed in a pine box and buried in the ground. He will decompose, but the memories and the spirit of Sam will never die. This is so hard on me, and I keep trying to act like I'm okay, but I'm not. The level of humanity this has made me feel is nigh crippling. Fuck. I miss you Sam and you will always have a welcome place in my heart