Why did it have to be him? I honestly thought he would get better and come back to us. Why did he die two days before his 17th birthday? It feels so wrong to move on without him, like nothing happened, but like Skitzo-phrenick said, we can't stay in mourning for the rest of our lives. I wasn't close friends with Johnny, but he was the type of guy that nobody could hate. He was sick his entire life, but he never complained once. He was always so happy and encouraging. Now that I think about it, Johnny was the glue that held our school together. People who didn't get along had a common ground in Johnny. I'm crushed that he died, but the tears won't come. Is something wrong with me? Why can't I cry? Part of me knows he's in a better place right now, and he no longer has to suffer. That part of me is happy for him. But that doesn't stop me from wishing that this is all some sick and twisted nightmare.
Spread the Sheezy love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
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