LouBerry
November 5th, 2013, 11:45 PM
I don't know if any of you remember, but back in January, some of my friends were involved in a train accident, and one of them was killed. His name was Will, and today is his 19th birthday.
We went to his grave and talked and sent up some balloons, and It was horrible. There is something so...wrong and terrible about mourning the death of an eighteen year old. Especially someone like Will. So full of life and humor and light. Even after almost a year, I can't wrap my mind around it. There is no possible way Will could be gone.
There is some other, less meaningful, shit going on in my life at the moment, and the combination of that and Will's birthday is about to push me over the edge. I'm falling apart and I don't know what to do. Somebody please just tell me that I'm going to be okay, and that this is all going to get easier.
We went to his grave and talked and sent up some balloons, and It was horrible. There is something so...wrong and terrible about mourning the death of an eighteen year old. Especially someone like Will. So full of life and humor and light. Even after almost a year, I can't wrap my mind around it. There is no possible way Will could be gone.
There is some other, less meaningful, shit going on in my life at the moment, and the combination of that and Will's birthday is about to push me over the edge. I'm falling apart and I don't know what to do. Somebody please just tell me that I'm going to be okay, and that this is all going to get easier.