A cheerleader? Do I look like a guy who'd be interested in talking to a cheerleader?
Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.
We all have to feel empty sometimes.
Friends help friends fight pixies.
What we do, our choices, that's what defines us
What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.