Nate
I still can't see it how...it doesnt make sense how he could be gone its been what seems like forever since I saw him and even longer now that he is gone from this world. I think the worst part is he was always a great friend to me and I drifted.... I FUCKING DRIFTED FROM THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and it pains me at times that I look back at high school and realize I messed up. ip45udfnskjgnerfjkntjkpgnadfpjkgabdfnjklhngjkeqfbjkpsdpijgncdif qerq45et
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not fair not fair at all.
He was that one person tjat wouldnt disown you for doing somthing stupid he would just shrug it off. DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!!!
He died in Augest and i still think about it. I have seen a half a dozen to a dozen people go one in my own damn living room and I had a dream that he said good bye.
With Nate he left a sign as well. I remember that morning waking in the middle of the night with a firy burn in the ink of my tattoo it burned as if it had been set on fire. It was a slight thought before I fell back to sleep. I remember waking up in the morning to feel the back of my leg still burning yet it was growing cold.
The day of his memorial service I felt fine untill I saw...I saw everyone....and the breaking point was his parents....oh god his parents. I Finally stood to give my rememberence and I froze looking at all the people. It felt like a big joke had been played on me. soon as I raced through all my thoughts about my time with Nate I spilled out what I could think in the few minutes I had. Many people thought it was great that it was like feeling the memory it self.
I thought it was crap.
It was thought full but it wasn't worthy of Nate's glory. He should have lived long longer then me then most of the people because he was like a God who desided that he could do more by being with the people then standing above and judging them.
I still can't think that he is gone its too hard to.
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not fair not fair at all.
He was that one person tjat wouldnt disown you for doing somthing stupid he would just shrug it off. DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT!!!
He died in Augest and i still think about it. I have seen a half a dozen to a dozen people go one in my own damn living room and I had a dream that he said good bye.
With Nate he left a sign as well. I remember that morning waking in the middle of the night with a firy burn in the ink of my tattoo it burned as if it had been set on fire. It was a slight thought before I fell back to sleep. I remember waking up in the morning to feel the back of my leg still burning yet it was growing cold.
The day of his memorial service I felt fine untill I saw...I saw everyone....and the breaking point was his parents....oh god his parents. I Finally stood to give my rememberence and I froze looking at all the people. It felt like a big joke had been played on me. soon as I raced through all my thoughts about my time with Nate I spilled out what I could think in the few minutes I had. Many people thought it was great that it was like feeling the memory it self.
I thought it was crap.
It was thought full but it wasn't worthy of Nate's glory. He should have lived long longer then me then most of the people because he was like a God who desided that he could do more by being with the people then standing above and judging them.
I still can't think that he is gone its too hard to.