He's gone. No more Preston. No more laughing at stupid things. He's dead now and I am never going to see him again. I miss him. I went to his funeral but couldn't stop crying. I know people have it worse off then me and I feel so selfish crying over him but he won't stop invading my thoughts.
I feel pathetic saying this but I feel like a part of me is gone, like I've turned darker. I feel like I have been repeatedly punched in the face and just floating on in space without any sense of direction.
If you are reading this please don't think I'm selfish and only care about my own problems. This is the first time something like this has happened to me and I don't know how to cope with it. You don't need to understand or even care I just need a way to let off all the crap that has happened.
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The Wonders Of My Brain
RandomYou guys don't know me but if you read this you will know more about me then, well anybody. And I am doing this for me not you guy's, so I don't want to hear any bad things about this. I am writing this so I don't explode. All true and be honored I...
