I'd cry and sob endlessly for weeks, probably months.
I'd curl away into a shell of darkness.
I wouldn't let anyone in.
I'd sit in my room, looking at pictures and reading notes.
Then I'd cry over them some more.
I'd try to stop the tears.
But they wouldn't stop.
All over the loss of the best friend a little nobody like me could have.
And then I'd sit reading this exact entry over and over again.
And cry.
Just like I'm doing now.
Over just thinking about losing the best friend a little nobody like me could have.