I want you back.
I can't deal with the idea of never speaking to you again...well, not the idea, the fact. The fucking fact I'll never speak to you again.
How can that be true?
It's wrong, it's all so wrong. It shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't have felt the need to do this, you should have been happy. I wish I could have made you happier. I wish everything had been better for you, like you deserved.
You saved me and I wish I could've done the same for you.
You'd been through so much, you'd fought through it all. I know it had taken a huge chunk out of you. It would have anyone. But I wish life had given you a sign things could still get better. You were too young to die. You still had so much to see. So many years during which you could have gotten that happiness you'd been cheated out of so far.
Please make this a sick joke, someone. You can't be gone Tom, you just can't.
Been listening to Brendan's Death Song since hearing the news yesterday. I remember how much that song affected you when you were here for the funeral. It's affecting me the same now.
I understand why you did it. If anyone had a right to it certainly was you, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.
Dunno how I'll ever walk in front of that Burger King at King's Cross without crying now. I'll probably cry every time I hear the words vomit and sleeve near each other, too. Hah.
Say hi to Aaron from me. I hope the two of you are getting suitably fucked together, wherever you are.
I was going to get heroin earlier, to forget about this, but I won't, because you were right, we're better than that shit.
You were better than most stuff in this world, you know. I wish you'd had the chance to see that.
I miss you Tom. You meant the world to me.
I never want to stop writing to you. I don't know what I feel it's accomplishing, really. But I need to put it somewhere.
I need to tell someone, and you're the only one that really matters today. You were always one of the ones that mattered the most.
I don't know what to say, but I can't stop. When I stop you're gone again.
Fuck.
I'm scared of this world without you.
I miss you.
R.I.P. pontifex01
I can't deal with the idea of never speaking to you again...well, not the idea, the fact. The fucking fact I'll never speak to you again.
How can that be true?
It's wrong, it's all so wrong. It shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't have felt the need to do this, you should have been happy. I wish I could have made you happier. I wish everything had been better for you, like you deserved.
You saved me and I wish I could've done the same for you.
You'd been through so much, you'd fought through it all. I know it had taken a huge chunk out of you. It would have anyone. But I wish life had given you a sign things could still get better. You were too young to die. You still had so much to see. So many years during which you could have gotten that happiness you'd been cheated out of so far.
Please make this a sick joke, someone. You can't be gone Tom, you just can't.
Been listening to Brendan's Death Song since hearing the news yesterday. I remember how much that song affected you when you were here for the funeral. It's affecting me the same now.
I understand why you did it. If anyone had a right to it certainly was you, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.
Dunno how I'll ever walk in front of that Burger King at King's Cross without crying now. I'll probably cry every time I hear the words vomit and sleeve near each other, too. Hah.
Say hi to Aaron from me. I hope the two of you are getting suitably fucked together, wherever you are.
I was going to get heroin earlier, to forget about this, but I won't, because you were right, we're better than that shit.
You were better than most stuff in this world, you know. I wish you'd had the chance to see that.
I miss you Tom. You meant the world to me.
I never want to stop writing to you. I don't know what I feel it's accomplishing, really. But I need to put it somewhere.
I need to tell someone, and you're the only one that really matters today. You were always one of the ones that mattered the most.
I don't know what to say, but I can't stop. When I stop you're gone again.
Fuck.
I'm scared of this world without you.
I miss you.
R.I.P. pontifex01
You never have to stop writing to him if you don't want to. Do what you need to do. 