So my friend died today. I had to act like nothing was wrong. I held it in for 7 hours. I've been bawling ever since I got home. I was with friends who literally made me feel like the lowest scum on the planet. 

Except there was one guy there who didn't. I was cold and he warmed me up. We were sitting on a couch and he just took me in his arms and put his head on mine and just held me, and hoestly that's the only thing I needed tonight.