Sometimes I get really sippy.

Sometimes I wonder why I don’t give up.

2025 has been a wall of death. Suicides, cancer, heart issues, cancer, suicide, suicide, suicide…

Chester is my goto. Linkin Park is my goto. When shit gets too heavy, LP.

Chester killed himself. I never got to see him live. I never got the chance to tell him how important he’s been to so many. No-one managed to tell him. So he’s dead, and I’m alive, and I’m still kicking and screaming and staying alive because I owe it to the ones who didn’t make it.

To all we’ve lost: I am sorry we failed you.