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It’s second period & I’m sitting in class writing to you even though I never really knew you, we talked while you were at hellgate, but grew apart when you left for bigsky. It was the worst possible way for me to wake up, getting on Facebook and seeing news that you were at saint Patrick’s hospital with serious conditions, seeing everybody post rest in peace on your wall really upset me, I know you were a fighter, and you were trying to fight for your life. I thought about going to see you as the day went on, I couldn’t; seeing the scratches, the bruises, and the tubes, hearing nothing but people cry and the beeping, I couldn’t do it, instead I did what you did in the sunshine, went 4-Wheeling. I wanted to go see you, tell you the things I was to shy to tell you at the time. I went to the site yesterday, there were 2 girls and 4 boys. All of us had eyes full of tears. I gave you flowers and said what I wanted to say to you at the hospital. This tragedy has made a huge impact on hundreds of lives. Everyone misses you so much. Everyone makes the wrong decisions, yours just resulted in death, we forgive you though, people have gotten tattoos for you. There will be more on the 30th. Tomorrow is your ceremonial, I wish it wasn’t do early, I’d really like to go~

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