One year ago...so much changed. So much broke, and nothing was the same. One of my best and dearest friends Marshall, or, to you guys, was killed by his mother. It was a very big, very earth shattering thing for me. And entirely changed who I would be from then on.
That signified the death of, not only him but quite a bit of my capacity for happiness. It was what signified the start of what would definiteliy be the most awful year of my life. But, fortunately I have gotten somewhat better. For now, I'm going to spend my day praying for him, and his family, his son, and his other friends that were affected by this.
I haven't gotten entirely better yet, but, this day, the anniversary of Nakkun's death, I'm going to spend it, resolving to fully recover from last year. I also resolve to start reading and eventually collecting the Sonic Comics in his name, as well as eating Nutella, because he loved that stuff.
For both he and myself, I'm going to stand up and let go of the apst and try to be more optimistic for the future. I thank you all for reading, keep me in your hopes and/or prayers today while I sleep.
~Rest in Peace, Nakkun Eddou, Marshall E. Goldstein-Sjuldsson, my dear friend
8 years, 2 months ago
15 Mar 2011 13:15 CET