Stan my best friend in the eniter world died last year. nobody understands how much i miss him and all the amazing times we had so i feel like the only way to get over this depression is to write about him. his amazing smile that could make my day no matter how shitty of a day its been, and how much i miss skipping english with him every morning and going all over town usally to get weed or his stuff back from the night before. i remeber one day we were coming back from around timmys and we were taking back roads he seen some bones on the ground he loved collecting bones, he picked them up but then he touched my hair with them and i get its silly now but i flipped shit on him and ignored him for like 10 minutes then we got back to school he layed down on my lap like a cat and i just sat there petting his hair. i miss days like that i miss going on crazy adventuers through the woods with him. after he died i didnt leave my room for 3 day and i cried the eniter time. when i went to his funeral i brough him a flower and i cried so fuckin much my step mom just held my hand and after we took a drive by the lake and she got me a happy meal from mcdicks. that day was the single most saddes day of my life and sent my depression on an even bigger downward spiral. i still miss him like crazy and even though he may not hear me i talk to him every night. i loved him more than i loved myself, i took rockband for him it was really hard at first being there without him but i soon got wellcomed in and i see why stan loved it being on stage i never felt closer to him. he would have been so fucking proud of me i knew it but i still cried after my first set because he wasnt there he wasnt there to see me kill it up there but i knew he was with me. stan was the best dam person i ever knew i just wish he stuck around to see me on stage. i miss you buddy, keep on rockin on, love you stan you are the man!
