i can't stop thinking about what happened to him. why you, trevor? things like this should never happen to people like you. sometimes i dream of you, and we're talking. i dreamt of holding you and touching your hair. i miss you. i wish i had more then just dreams and memories, i wish you were still here.
sometimes i wonder what your last thoughts were, i wonder if you even knew what was happening. i hope you felt no pain. i hope you are happy wherever you are now. sometimes i want to scream, but i know it won't bring you back and all i can do is cry.
i want to call your parents, but i don't know what to say. i want to call dan, i don't know