Loss and love

You're not a man until you've lost your father. Some philosopher said that, and I'd be lying if I said i felt like a man yet. Still a boy, a kid. A fag. I feel. I feel. Fuck how i feel. People die every day and sometimes there is an undercurrent of relief. Sadness. Anger. Confusion.

You're in the pit of despair and the only person you want to talk about it with is the one that is gone. the one you are missing. it's 3:10 am and all i want to do is hang out with you. watcch knicks highlights and smoke the penjamin. it's never fuck how i feel. we miss you juicer.