There is just some people you will never understand until they’re dead
I guess I’m calling him my first love, because unfortunately thats what he was. I told him he was going to kill himself, I told him if he kept it up it would be his demise. He never listened, probably because he didn’t care. He was such a smart boy, but such a troubled being. I wasted so much of my energy trying to save his life. None of it did any good.
I never actually believed he was going to die before 21, I knew the possibility was high, but I thought their was something in the cosmos looking out for him. I guess not.
I haven’t came to the full realization of the matter. Tommy Moon, my dearest Tommy, is now dead.
I’ve already gone through the “why did this have to happen” phase, and now I’m in the overwhelming anger phase.
