Someone I really looked up to and was grateful that I got to have in my life killed themselves in December.

Someone I really looked up to and was grateful that I got to have in my life killed themselves in December. I wasn’t really close with them, but they meant the world to me and I never got to tell them that. I was always too scared to tell them how much they meant to me or to be “that little kid” to them, but now all I’m doing is going over the memories I have of them. I’m mad at myself for always being too embarrassed of myself to get a picture with them and I never talked about them too much because again, I didn’t want to be that person. But now that they’re gone I feel like I just seem cliché for missing them when I genuinely do.

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