i have been in full mourning mode.
i haven’t gone anywhere.
my computer and phone sat in my bedroom.
i officially moved onto my couch.
i only survived on cereal and water.
i’m sure i lost a gang of weight.
i don’t give a fuck.
my days consisted of watching the occasional movie and crying.
sometimes just lying there remembering…
i didn’t want to be bothered.
i was about to erase the site too.
i was dead set on it.
i was about to pay everything dust.
i didn’t know how to write anymore.
i didn’t care about anything going on in the world.
nothing was making me happy.
i knew i was going through it.
so why keep doing this?
why try to make it happen anymore?
did people even care how i was feeling?
obviously i didn’t think that plan all the way through…
so my life stops because star fox is gone?
do i just die too?
although that was a nice thought,
i had to wake up.
that was my logical side of thinking.
if it could have punched me,
i would have had a black eye.
i had a dream about star fox last night.
he was just looking at me.
he also looked pissed.
i was crying and he continued to look mad.
i had a feeling i knew what it was about.
i went in my bedroom,
grabbed my laptop,
and letting you all know that i’m back.
but i’m back.
lowkey: i am so thankful for all the emails and comments.
i turned on my computer and my email client was blown up.
even the f-bi had a gang of stories for me.
this has been a really trying situation.
and now my brother.
i don’t understand anymore…