thank you for allowing me to fit in somewhere when i felt so rejected from the places all around me. your music carried me through so much, and for that i'll always be grateful.
and i'll always be thankful for everybody's everything too, for bringing closure to me and letting me grasp acceptance of your passing. i hope you're resting easy, gus.
in the documentary, liza mentioned that in high school that student's parents wouldn't let their children hang out with you. and you cried over it. that shatters my heart into a thousand pieces.
every time i think of you, i think of your face, your smile, your personality. i think of the innocence and kindness you carried with you. and it breaks me, gus. it hurts me so bad. you didn't deserve to die. i want you back so badly.
i wish you realised that the people around you didn't care, i wish you were with people who loved you and could have prevented your death from happening. i wish you knew that before it was too late.
i sobbed so much when they showed.. the pictures.. of you. it destroyed me to see you there so lifeless. not smiling, not bubbly, not moving. i'm sorry. i'm always going to be sorry.
it made it all so real. it brought it all back again. all of the memories. all of the lost hope. all of the pain, the pain of losing. you. you were so kind, too kind. the world didn't deserve you.
that last scene, where you're showed walking away and the acoustic version of walk away as the door slams plays.. will always hold a special place in my heart. always, peep.
it was like i was finally able to accept that you're gone. i'll never get over it, no, but it brought closure to my (just turned) twelve year old self, and the person i am today. you had such a huge impact on my life and you'll always be such an influence to me.
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