I Dreamed About Josh for a Few Months After That Summer

Josh Death marks the clearest before after point I can identify in my life. It was sitting on my mom's couch that summer, staring into the so-called abyss, seeing the endless and incomprehensible nothingness where Josh's friendship used to be. Post-tragedy, I morphed into a new person, responsible, curious, hardworking. Still had my insecurities and my baggage, as we always do, but now I gave a fuck about something more important than my insecurity and my baggage.