roguelibrarian

Today my little brother would have turned 25 years old. Instead, he remains eight forever. His birthday is the hardest because even after sixteen years I can not forgot the milestones he will never reach. The anniversary of his death is somber, solemn, but the thoughts of his life's unrealized potential is heartbreaking.


I think I will go mop my floor now.


God damn do I need to make friends down here..........................