i don't even know where else to go so here i am
just found out that a friend died last month in a crazy ass tragic way
honestly michael needed help, and he didn't have to die. and he died fucking alone. all fucking alone, and cornered like an animal.
i watched a little bit of the released footage expecting to see pain in his eyes, but honestly he looked determined. idk if that was drugs or psychosis or what.
i can't stop thinking about how he must've felt on his last day, and it's also crazy knowing that we will actually never truly understand what happened or why, or if this is what he wanted/planned all along.
i feel so sorry because he never knew how much he helped me survive my last year at PKS.
every video i have of him on my phone is just him singing at the top of his lungs w his big ass smile. what changed in those last few months.
last time i saw him, we were celebrating, getting drinks and promising each other to stay sober from drugs, cheers'ing to a better future.
he just should've gotten another chance.
