Today is the hardest day I could have ever asked for. My boyfriend, Jonathon Green commited suicide. It was about 6 am this morning. I have been crying all day. I cannot believe that he was in so much pain, to take his own life. I'm hurt without him and I feel horribly alone. I just want to see him and hold him and hug him and tell him how much I love him. I want this all to be a dream, so that I wake up and be able to call him and he'll answer me. This is the worst thing that could ever happen to me. I hope that he's watching me cry up in heaven, so that he feels love and he also hurts, and tells himself that he isn't strong, and he was the most strong person I've ever met. He was my Tate. When he saw me cut, he would stop the bleeding and kiss the scars, when I attempted to kill myself, he would stop it. He would stop the pain for a little while, and now I'm alone. I have nobody. I may not write for a while, I have a funeral to plan and figure out what I'm going to say... You might think I'm overreacting, but you lose your one and only and tell me that it doesn't hurt. I'm sorry, Really. But, I can't do this anymore. I'm done being alone, I'll do whatever it takes to be with him.
