на лице печаль, на плечах химера, в душе гиена и бардак

he wasnt my first love or anything but he was one of those few people that really mattered to me, for some odd reason, he was the one my 15 and 16yo self cared the most out of them, he was there during my midterms and exams, he was there during lectures and he was there always cheering, and he was there when everything turned into white noise, and he was there, just there. love is a strong word, and i never loved him - still, he was important.

i cant say everything will be over on friday - because i will keep going somewhere - but something will be over.