festival clothes shopping to motivate myself to loose weight holllaaaaa
I hate the end of April. Im always in a bad mood because I still think about Joey and how i wish he was still alive. Even though we didnt talk often the months surrounding his death, he was one of the most compassionate and strong guys ive ever known. He was one of those people that would ride his bike all the way across town to help cheer you up. I will always regret seeing his name on Facebook chat and thinking i should message him and check up on him the night he killed himself but not doing it because i thought he wouldn’t want to talk to me. I know I couldnt have saved him, but i cant help to think that I could have helped him in some way. I had talked him out of killing himself a year before, why couldn’t i have done it again? I will also always regret not going to his funeral because of my own insecurities in 8th grade. I love you and miss you so much, Joey.