angelxrotten

Tonight was the veiwing for My friend Justin who passed away on Friday.
we dorve down to the funeral home and I was fine.
we waited in line to see him and I was fine.
I comforted his girlfriend while she came to terms with it, and I was fine.

I saw Justin. I touched him and I was not fine. I cried like a little girl and buried my face in Brian's sweater.

I dn't cry. That's not because I'm "too tough or too hard" to cry. it's because I'm too numb.
but feeling him so cold and still was more than i could handle.