I'm young. I've never lost anyone important to me. I don't know how this goes. So here's the story. My little brother's best friend jumped off a roof. Supposedly smoking weed. The hood thinks it was dust. We all know people dont USUALLY go thinking they can fly unless they on that grime. So we're all crying. We just saw him last night, not suicidal, yada yada, then we see his brother. Nothing. No emotion. Nothing. Then 6 hrs later we see him again. Nothing. His sisters in the morning were stoic in the afternoon they were drinkin in the park. My brother and his friends in the morning were crying angry and laying in the boys blood. In the afternoon, in the park playin ball.
I cannot stop thinking about the boy and I tried to sleep the day away and could not close my eyes without seeing him...
My question is, what is up with these people? Am I being too emotional about it? I don't quite know what is supposed to be happening at this point.
*insert crying emoticon here*
I cannot stop thinking about the boy and I tried to sleep the day away and could not close my eyes without seeing him...
My question is, what is up with these people? Am I being too emotional about it? I don't quite know what is supposed to be happening at this point.
*insert crying emoticon here*