Someplace_nice
Member
- Sep 28, 2024
- 62
It's been about a year now, my friend as far as I know, CTB and on my birthday is when it'll be a year since I realized that he's dead. My birthday is next Thursday, I feel so bad that I get to live and my best friend doesn't. He suffered every second of his life, when I got happiness is when I started planning a way for us to reunite, for him to be in a house full of love. I never told him my plans, he suffered bc of this God for sake world. He suffered EVERY SECOND OF HIS LIFE! Did anyone care? NO! Not his druggie mother, his abusive father, not even the rest of his family. His friends threw him out he had to get rid of the only thing that brought him joy, bc his aunt didn't like cats. He's teeth rotting, him starving, and did anyone do anything? Like cowards they all turned their backs. I could've gave him move or food but I didn't have much, I am just as guilty as anyone else. No matter how hard I tried he wouldn't tell me much, no matter how hard I begged. I wasn't there.. I was his only friend and I wasn't there. Every night we prayed that slender man was real so that he could take us away from our families, we clung to beliefs that we'd always stay together, that we were stronger together. I'm sorry Lu, I wasn't there, I wanted to be. I want to see him one last time. I miss my best friend, so fucking much.
