I guess I do still have a soul.

Those who know me know I tend to be fairly dramatic, emotional, even. Well until tonight, it had been just over ten months since I had actually cried (I'm completely convinced it's a record). All it took was a sudden urge to look at my cousin's Facebook page. The kid was like a brother to me, maybe even more; his mother rarely looks at me without bursting into tears. She sees him in me. Not such a bad thing; there isn't many better people to have inside you. Anyways, for those unaware, Aaron Bendle was murdered eleven months and two days ago. His death was due to two things: the concentrated evil that is gang warfare, and having the biggest heart on the planet. Aaron was not at all involved with any gang (let me make that perfectly clear). I don't know. I guess all I'm trying to say is that I miss him; don't be stupid, friends; and I just proved to myself that all humanity has not been extracted from my shell. It's late. I'm going to bed.