Two days left until your funeral.
I feel like anything I say won't be enough.
I can't say everything I'd like to anyway, not without having some serious concern.
Did you already know you were going to do this last Wednesday?
I keep hearing people at school saying either they're going to kill themselves or telling other people to kill themselves as a joke. It's not funny. Not when people die every day to suicide.
I wish people would stop saying it. I think of you every time. I wonder if someone saying something like that was your breaking point.
Jaxson preached a message in Kids for christ that if it wasn't for me, then I have no idea who it was for.
He asked us whether we had been experiencing any storms in life.
Storm is an understatement. This is so much worse. What hurts the most about it is that maybe I could have at least delayed it if I had called or texted just something. Who knows, maybe I could have even talked you out of it.
I wish I could hug you again. I didn't last time I saw you, but I wish I did. I should've done so much.
I keep telling myself every day that I should've at least texted you.
Maybe it wouldn't have made a difference. But maybe it would have.
I would give anything if it meant you could come back and make the stage shine again.
Maybe you don't want to come back.
I hope you found a girl up there in Cinderella blue to tell your Cinderella story.
