When he died, my life ever after was lived with an asterisk next to the events in my life that would have been better had he been there.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
February 08 was a tough as hell month. Thank you for putting the dreams in my head that has let me work through a lot of the issues I had with it. I no longer want to stab old people in the eye.
My brother commited suicide at 18 and a half years old. I am scared shitless that someday i will wake up and forget him. I would give everything I have and would kill everyone I have ever met to get 5 more minutes with him to make sure he knew how much I loved him. I hope that everyone feels that way about someone, someday.
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