He was so, so beautiful. And not in just the physical way.
He was beautiful in what he was.
Fire and smoke and tall things and candy and laughter and football games he didn't care about and music that he did and I will never be able to forget any of that, and I can't say that I ever want to.
This story will contain upsetting thoughts and actions because of the fact that it's written from the view of a depressed human being.
i would edit this (considering it was written about two years back), but it's cool to leave things where they are. enjoy my older writing, dudes xx