So, I don't remember when I joined this website, some time ago when Pierre asked me to. I just didn't see what he saw in it, so I never made any posts. I simply came here to read about the person I consider my best friend... And I have finally decided to make a post I find worthwhile...
I have very few friends in life, the ones I consider dearest were the ones I grew up w/ in TX, and Pierre was once a part of my daily life, until I moved away and it withered down to every other week. I called him the morning before he died, he was mumbling so much it was hard to understand... I also just didn't understand the danger. I only remembered the Pierre I admired so much when I was 15, 16 and so forth, who I knew as the person with the strongest willpower of all. I was the person who thought of "wesmdow"... It stands for "fuck it all"...
He asked me to come back to Austin, I told him I wanted to so bad... I hate this frozen dump I have been stuck in, Pierre knew that well. The only thing I had keeping me going here was the hope that I would someday return to see my friendand we would party together and everything would go back to the way it used to be.... (when my lease is up in Aug, I always put it off like that) I am so sad I never got the chance to go back to Austin, he said we could have lived together, he could have helped me get a job and we could resume all the good times we once had together. We never got the chance, I never went down to see him, I wasted my money on drugs when I could have been saving to see my friend....
Reading his posts, I just don't understand... all these drugs I've never even heard of before... Things that he had written about me, memories of our friendship. It's so hard to say goodbye... It breaks my heart so that I can hardly stand it. In a situation like this the person I would have called first would have been Pierre, and now I am just so lost. It's harder than ever to keep my head up.
To all you bluelighters, as you call yourselves, stop taking life for granted, quit hurting the ones you love and fucking wake up... I had to learn this in the hardest way possible, and what kills me the most is that it didn't have to be like this... I used to think I knew what pain was, I was so wrong.
Anybody who knew Pierre well on here, I wouldn't mind hearing from you if you'd like to message me...