Oh, Mark.

I have thought about you a lot.
Me and Cody have talked about you every single time we have hung out here recently.
He showed me the shirt you drew on.
I wanted to cry.
But I just smiled.
I miss you so much.
I wish I could have one more opportunity to just talk with you.
It seems like just yesterday you were calling me a hoe or slut down the hallway.
You always said I would find me a good guy, that he was probably right under my nose and I didn't even realize it because I was too busy looking everywhere else.
I never thought I wouldn't be able to tell you when I actually did.
I think it's Cody; I know you're probably smiling down on us right now and in some way, I think you had something to do with it. In my mind, can see you smirking every time me and Cody are together.
You were like that.
I remember your smile, and that dorky laugh.
I remember how you ALWAYS looked stoned.
This was probably because 99% of the time you were.
I remember how, for some reason, I could just talk to you.
You had this light that surrounded you.
Not a lot of people could see it, but I did.
You might have been in the worst mood, but to everyone around you, you were a care-free, happy-go-lucky, I'm going to have fun no matter what kind of guy.
I miss you.
I can't say that enough.
We all miss you.
It makes me feel like the worst friend ever that only after you had passed, did I realize how much you meant to me.
But that's how it goes sometimes.




I read something today that made me think of you..
it says:
"If there's another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this."


I know that dying is a part of life, but I wanted you to live a long life before you die.