Life With Strict Parents pt.4 (finale)

Well, I didn’t think it would end this quickly… It was just a simple motorcycle ride through the highway with his friend and next thing he knows, he’s sitting at Gods feet, leaving his body here on earth to join all those souls who we’re unfortunate enough to loose their lives. What am I supposed to do now? I mean, I know he was cruel and all but he was still my brother… Why did he do it? He has parents and siblings and friends here but he had to go and ride the motorcycle. Why the fuck were you on the highway riding your motorcycle?! You were supposed to be with me at my birthday dinner! I WAS FINALLY TURNING 15 AND YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WALK ME DOWN AT MY QUINCEREA! NOW, I HATE MY BIRTHDAY AND MYSELF AND EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE CAUSE OF A “SHORT RIDE WITH A FRIEND” He was supposed to wish me happy birthday and buy me anything I liked just like he said. He lied to me… YOU FUCKING LIED! I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU!I HATE YOU! You see it’s funny cause I can still hear and see him… I talk to him all the time… I know it’s not real, but I just want closure.. he says I’m weird for writing in a diary and making blogs but I don’t care…he always does that… he says I should just stop thinking about him cause he’s gone but I can’t.. every time I hear his name he appears and yells at me to stop talking to him… at one point, I completely lost it and yelled at him back.. a couple minutes later someone knocked on the bathroom door and I looked at him again but he was gone. That’s funny.. I think I’m going crazy.. Haha. I stopped eating normally cause I can still hear him calling me fat and telling me that I should loose weight and that I’m a mistake… Maybe I can listen to him just one last time… I still love you though.. my devil with a halo and I miss you a lot…