Dear Cry,
I haven’t been here in so long. I haven’t been in any tags or watched any youtube videos in so fucking long. Today I went to look for you. To see if you had played The Last of Us 2 because I wanted to show you and the game to my daughter. She’s one. Oh man, how my heart broke into tiny pieces. Seeing the way you spoke, the things you wrote, the threads, the long tweets, the evidence...Oh man.
I was about 20 when I started watching you (circa 2012/13) and I fell in love. Legit, I had this idea of you in my mind that was charming as hell, sexy as hell, adorable as hell, cute as hell. Problematic as hell. We should never put anyone on a pedestal, should we? But I think we should all thrive to be good. Do good. And I don’t even think you had/have that mentality. But I also don’t think you have the mental health for it and I think being a public figure should never have been your thing. That only gave you and your sickness a plataform to thrive. I remember reading the book All the Bright Places (now a movie, but the character in the book is much more raw) and thinking: this is cry. this is it. He has what this boy has. And I think I was partially right in thinking that.
Ah man, I don’t even know what to say. This hits more because I have a daughter now and was a victim of a teacher who I confided in, trusted and looked up. This hit hard.
