Dear Dan,
The joy and peace and amusement and awe and happy and good and hope and euphoria and pride is all gone. I tried my best to find something to keep it all there, or at least some of it, but it left. I don't even know if I had all of those, but I like the way they sound. They sound like what they are, good. In place of those is a big hole. I hate that hole, but it wouldn't fill up with any positive or negative. It just stayed and slowly got bigger until it swallowed me whole. I gave you flowers every week. I hope you liked them. I know I was fond of them.
Phil
Philip Michael Lester
January 30, 1987- July 1, 2016
"You should never make fun of something that a person can't change about themselves."
YOU ARE READING
This Story is a Train Wreck
Rastgelededicated to Sara. you stayed up all night listening to something very similar to this story, how the hell did you do that. i can promise you will regret reading this, but it is very interesting. I AM GOING TO HELL FOR THIS STORY.
