its almost midnight.
i have finally snapped out of the denial that my friend that died last sunday, was in fact, not dead.
i had been continuously messaging him since his death was announced.
hoping for a response.
i kept telling myself that this was a joke, a prank that he was pulling; because im not gonna lie, this wouldve been type of thing he wouldve done.
it wasnt a prank.
jake is actually dead.
as in, he is not alive;
as in, he cannot think;
as in, he is not breathing;
as in, after his service next thursday, i will never see him again;
as in, i am going to live in constant regret that i didnt meet up with him last friday;
jake watson is gone; for real.
even though like 2-3 days ago i was reading notes about his funeral service next week, i was still in denial.
i still felt like he was kidding.
he was cheeky and absolutely motherfucking hilarious.
he went to my primary school, and we “dated” for a week.
he was always so upbeat and enthusistic about everything.
its midnight now.
and ive realized;
never, take anything or anyone in your life for granted.