My best friend since child hood was hit by a bus five years ago while he was roller skating the image is still with me today. He wasn’t just my best friend he also taught me love has no gender, no age, no color and now hes gone. I feel guilty that he died because I was going through a phase that I was just being a shut in and not talking with people I feel like if I just called him earlier that day he would still be with me hopefully that’s what I tell myself and its what I think and what I hope… I’m trying hard not to cry as I do this. You see I am not the type of person to express my feelings or emotions I normally just smile and look jolly for the sake of not worrying people because I don’t want to be a burden to them I just need to let this out I have bottled up all these emotions for too long I’ll probably share another story some time soon there some things I need to let out I thank anyone who reads this. Anyway this is always on the back of my mind and there are a lot of things that remind me of him that makes me just feel sad and guilty I almost had a chance to join him but I guess it was a sign that it wasn’t my time yet cause I was riding my bike to relieve some stress and some random jerk off decided to play chicken with me and I was hit by a car and landed on another car which has left me with some minor nerve damage but I wonder why didn’t I die and i’m going to leave it at that this is getting a little emotional for me
p.s sorry for dropping the punctuation and grammar like half way through it