Hey Georgie,
Today is day 13 of you being gone.
I haven't written lately because my mom's been making me go to therapy. I tried to fight with her about it, but she's right.
I need to get better, for you.
You wouldn't want me sitting here sulking about my life. You would want me to go out there and live it happily.
So that's what I'll do. I'll get better, and I'll be happy.
Hopefully you're happy, wherever you are.
My therapist is pretty nice, his name is John. He's pretty old, like almost 70 or something.
He told me I can't go on social media anymore, because all our fans are asking what happened. Your mom tweeted about you on your account when it happened, but I haven't said anything.
I've received thousands of DM's asking about you, but instead of answering, I deactivated. I couldn't handle it.
John told me I should stop posting on YouTube so I don't get worse.
I don't want to lose our videos, George.
He wants me to delete them all. Forget anything ever happened.
I can't do that, and I won't.
-Clay
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