And now his sister is writing in it about how he taught her to play a sport.

And it’s really sad because she was the one who found him.

:(

At the start of this year, a young man killed himself.

It was quite sad.

But the most beautiful part is that people are still writing in this group called “Remembering Lukas Schueder” (The mans name) and they’re still writing on its wall every day about little things.

One girl was talking about driving school.

Another was how they’re gonna put his name on their lacrose team.

And how much they miss him and haven’t forgotten him.

I was almost moved to tears.

It’s gonne be 27 tomorrow, but with thunder storms.

I hope that means no one comes to the pool……….

I hate you for never saying goodbye.

For just not talking to me one day.

For just disappearing into thin air.

You were my best friend.

For  not telling me anything.

You were my best friend.

I want to scream at you.

I want to cry at you.

Why was that all you wanted from me?

Why did you string me along.

Why didn’t you leave me with a proper goodbye?

You said all the right things at all the right times and you didn’t care and you treated me like shit and I just have so much hate towards you.

Everytime I see you at the bus terminal my heart beats really fast and I just want to run away. I hate you so much.

I want to punch you in the face.