I'm pretty sure no one reads this but I need to post this somewhere.

I'm not doing okay (mentally) anymore. Like it's all going down to shit again after x died. Like he's the thing that kept me alive and he's helped me through so much, he's helped a lot of people too. He's spread so much awareness about depression and anxiety which honestly helps. But I just feel like I can't go on without him, it's just like an urge or like a feeling I have. I always get choked up hearing his voice and his songs. I'm just so tired of crying, I just can't cry anymore you know? I'm still sad, I know he wants me to move on without him and he wants me to stay strong but....I don't think I can. I honestly don't think I can go on without x. I'm not saying I'm gonna commit to anything here but, it's just a really strong feeling I get.

At first when my sister told me the news, it hadn't struck me. Then after hours it finally did, he's gone, he's dead, no more music, no more of xxxtentacion. I cried and cried and cried. I couldn't stop. It went on for about 3 or so hours until I just couldn't cry anymore. I was just so tired of crying, so sick of being depressed. I couldn't sleep, I barely smiled during videos that used to make me laugh every time I watched them. I'm just to depressed man. X got fucking robbed and killed for a damn bag. A DAMN BAG. That's the kind of stupid shit this generation is on. Y'all fr needa wake up and see what we're becoming. We're being monsters, and don't even start with that edgy shit. "Oh I'm already a monster blah blah blah." Fucking creepypasta shit aside, we all know this generation is fucked up. Like it's honestly so fucked up. Some dude got fucking killed just because of a damn bag.

I'd like to think, if x didn't leave his house, he would still be alive rn. He would be able to drop his new album soon, we'll all be happy. But no, just because of some bum ass dude who couldn't work hard for the money and get a bag like x did, we all suffered. Just because of a bum. A BUM.

This generation is fucked man, depression rates are high for me man, x was really my inspiration. He really did inspire most of my chapter on my books. Now look, my hero is dead, my inspiration, a person I feel to be as a brother died yesterday. He died yesterday at around 1 in Florida time near a dealership.

Rip x💔

Stay Alive |-/