Apologies for this late update, but I barely found out he had posted something here. I just came to see his drawings, his words. The place he loved so dearly.
It hurts. I'm ready to give up. I still feel that he's still in that room of his, but walking in there, I realize this is reality. I hate it all. I've cried so hard, everything hurts. I did not find him, either. His younger sister is the one who found him cold.
I can't type anymore.
Funeral to be on the twent.y fourt.h.