None of you miss him.

None of you really care.

You play up his death as an excuse to be dramatic, but you weren’t his friend.

None of you were.

Up until a few days before the death, none of you even talked to him.

And yet now that he’s gone, all I hear is “Oh, he was my best friend…” “It’s so sad…”

Save for a few exceptional people, none of you really honestly care. You say you’re depressed now that he’s gone, but you and I both know you’re not. You’re a fucking gossip, and it shows when you throw around his death to people that don’t know about him, and then tell them, “It’s a shame you had to find out this way…”

Like you found out any better than we did? Like you were his best friend? You’re nothing.

It’s shocking that he’s gone. I wasn’t friends with him at the time of the accident. But I’m not depressed. It didn’t make me feel “like I didn’t want to get out of bed every morning.” And you didn’t feel that way either. You know it.

And if you really did feel that way, you wouldn’t exclaim it to everyone for sympathy.

That’s exactly what you want.

You fucking attention whore.

Let him rest in peace, instead of using him for the sake of yourself.