The day he died, I lost my mind. I lost it to everything I ever knew; he may be dead, but he's still here, gnawing at me, living through my thoughts, possessing my mind in the night. Every little thing I did this past year led to that moment-the earth-shattering moment of his death. I may not have known fully well at the time the consequences of my actions these past months, but I know that a deep part of me always knew. I always knew it would lead to that moment. If I had only known before. Oh how everything would be different. I've been writing this on docs and I just recently put it on here. Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors