|September is my second favorite month...
||[Sep. 7th, 2010|05:25 pm]
My brothers birthday is coming up, its been a year since he died and I can vividly remember the last time he told me he loved me. |
I wish I had been there for him in the end. Why wasn't I?
I miss him so much and now every stupid fucking Britney Spears song makes me cry.
I miss the way he used to kiss his Curious George doll on the nose, and how ever single damn year for his birthday and Christmas he always wanted a cd player and walkie talkies, up until the very last birthday wish.
I remember when we were kids and he would put a bucket on his head and march after me singing DUNDUNDUN as loud as he could to piss me off.
I miss his jokes that he would tell over and over again for years and years.
I miss his hugs.
I miss him so god damn mother fucking much.
I dont know where he is now. But god I hope so much that if hes anywhere, hes happy.