I’m not going to lie. I’m going to miss you. There was a day when you were my closest friend. You were my closest brother. But I don’t think I can ever see you again. I don’t think I can ever talk to you again. I feel like you stabbed me in the back, and this time it has more consequences then all the times you shot me with an airsoft gun, or dropped me in portal. This time you stabbed me, and my whole family in the back. It really sucks to lose a friend this way. I never realized just how much I think about you, just how many things remind me of you. It became apparent when the thought of you brought in a hurricane of anger, disappointment, and tears throughout the day. I can’t listen to the music we used to without wanting to punch you in the face. which really sucks because im seeing the glitch mob this weekend, a show that two weeks ago i would have killed to get you there with me. The part that pisses me off the most was I warned you of this, and you assured me that it wouldn’t get to this. I trusted you man.