thefuneralof

nothing could have prepared me for this.

you were blood to me. you were so much more than just another fucking scene kid. we went through hell together. you were my rock when i was going through my divorce. you were the best friend anyone could have ever asked for. we wasted our nights driving around looking for old cemetaries and watching shitty horror films. we had something i could never forget.

we were the last of a dying breed. we were the ones that no matter what happened would make it through anything. we've seen what hell is really like and were able to rise above.

we spent 16 hours in a car going to experience one of the greatest nights of our lives. we screamed until our throats bled.

now i'm here. feeling the weight of the world. feeling like someone has taken a sledge hammer to my chest.

nothing could have prepared me for how much this hurts. and deep down i know it's fucking stupid that i'm taking this so hard. but as i sit here i want to cry, i want to smash everything in my sight. i just want to feel something more than disappointment.

with everyone else it was so easy just to be so angry, to let every ounce of hatred flow and walk away. but i'm not angry, i'm not pissed. i'm fucking broken.

i want out of this fucking town. i want to burn every fucking painful memory to the ground. i want to leave before someone else has the chance to break me anymore than i already am.

12.27.2006 the day true spirit dies...