This is written about my best friend...Jacob. He died last thursday. He was 14 years old. He didn't have a very nice life, his mom was insecure, his dad is god knows what....he lived with his grandparents. He had a drug problem; intil he started going to church, and he stopped, or tried. He cried everytime he wen to the alter, begging for forgiveness. When I moved, he stopped going to church. He started making excuses why, he started doing drugs again; and he himoraged. I still can't believe it; I havent eaten anything since I found out he was dead. I loved him...so much
