this is something....
this is something that I dare not to write about. This is something that I hate writing about. This is something that I can't write about. It is already written. It made me cry. This is the first (and П hope the last) blog that made me cry.
Don't read this.
This is something that we are not allowed to know. Not until we are to die. The boy that wrote this blog died. The blog was short. His life was short. What he wrote was enough...enough to make me think. To make me feel the uncertainity.
He is not alone