Yesterday, I lost my best friend. They come and go. You can get hurt because you can laugh about it, but when another is hurt, you can't laugh for them. We all take turns and i'll get mine too. I feel alone. You don't write journals to remember, you write them hoping someone else will care to read. I want to write this for him, even though he'll never see it, but I know that I'm writing this for me. Goodbye.