I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.
This came up on my dash again
I miss you James.
To Brooke Dunstan… Everybody misses you girl. I didn’t know you well but I remember sitting next to you in art class and we would laugh at Jessie because he wasn’t good at paper mâché. That was middle school and you seemed so happy. Always talking, always laughing… But then came high school. And fuck, I knew you were hurting because everyone was. Nobody paid attention to it though and I’m so sorry. Sometimes I still go on your Facebook and look through all of your pictures. Your smile looked so genuine and beautiful. And I’d kill for those gorgeous green eyes. I remember the day I found out you were gone. I was in Freshman English and Domokos had been crying. He choked up when he said he had bad news. Then he just told us. Everybody was a mess for a really long time. And you thought nobody loved you… Fuck, I wish I would have known you better. I would have listened to you if I was given a second chance. I’m sorry you were being bullied online. That has to hurt. It’s been 3 years since your suicide. I’m a senior now and you would be a freshman in college. That breaks my heart. I hope you can see this being typed. I hope God gets this message to you… We love you. And we miss you, Brooke. Your life wasn’t supposed to end. You were supposed to graduate on the stage of Red Rocks with everybody who loves you. But, we know the pain was too much. I hope you’re laying in flowers just for fun and playing tag with the angels. I hope that smile on your face is permanent. And I hope you get the most secure hugs from God himself. You’re healed now baby girl. Please… Rest In Paradise.