It's been a year and 2 months since you passed away. It hurts every time I have to think about how much time it has been because I still can't believe you're gone. You were good.. we talked about The walking dead 2 days before you did it. We hung out a week before you did it. And none of us had a clue. Were you in pain? Were you that depressed that you just couldn't take it anymore? Or was it just that you were too good for this world? I still don't get it and I don't think I'll ever get it. And that sucks. That's unfair. We loved you. We took care of you. I took you in when you were all alone. My family took you in too when you were alone in Christmas. But you just left. And you didn't think I deserved to know why. I really don't understand. I'm writing this right after watching a video of your brother. He hasn't stopped working. He hasn't slowed down and he looks very happy. I also don't understand that...















