Shit.

I know I gave up that life so I could be like this.
My life is completely different now.
But I still think about what I used to be.
And I really do miss it, I do.
I was always happy when I was friends with you.
We still did the stuff I do now but it was good.
It was just fun, everything was happy and it was always sunny and amazing.
It's been about seven months now since he died.
And now I have to go back there again.
It wasn't until the past week I realised he's really gone.
Tomorrow's going to be hard and weird, but I know it's something I have to do.