Everything is so much harder and so much more of a struggle now that you’re gone, except crying. I miss you so much buddy. Today I came over your house to help pick out everything you’re going to take with you to your grave. We got your iphone, your laptop, your ipod & charger, a bunch of your favorite clothes, and one of your favorite car models that you use to take a part and build up again. We took it apart for you already & we put in a screwdriver for you too. We packed so much stuff for you but I still feel like I’m missing something. Being in your room brings back sooooo many memories. Oh and I can’t believe your aim is still signed on & it always will be on since we don’t know the password to your phone so we can’t sign out for you. I have to admit that I kinda like it this way so I can aim you up and chat with you. I hope they have internet connection in heaven.  Well I gotta go shower now, but I promise I’ll come back to your house at night to comfort your parents. P.S. Jasmine and I are trying to pick out what you’re going to wear when you get buried. We want to get it perfect since you’re going to be wearing these clothes for all eternity. I wonder if you would rather wear your  gray “The Hundreds” jacket or your new “Fucking Awesome” sweater that you recently got and hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. I think you’ll like the Fucking Awesome shirt better but isn’t kinda weird having a bad word across your chest the day of your funeral ahaha? Well, I guess we shall see. I love you and I still haven’t had the chance to see your body yet and I have to say that I kinda don’t want to. I want to imagine you as the lively Kelvin I once knew <3 To my followers I’m sorry if I’m bothering you with these long ass essays about Kelvin so if you don’t like them, that’s what the “un-follow” button  is for & thankyou Jessica, Angela, and Julie for all the support. Love ya girls (: 

Everything is so much harder and so much more of a struggle now that you’re gone, except crying. I miss you so much buddy.

Today I came over your house to help pick out everything you’re going to take with you to your grave. We got your iphone, your laptop, your ipod & charger, a bunch of your favorite clothes, and one of your favorite car models that you use to take a part and build up again. We took it apart for you already & we put in a screwdriver for you too. We packed so much stuff for you but I still feel like I’m missing something. Being in your room brings back sooooo many memories.

Oh and I can’t believe your aim is still signed on & it always will be on since we don’t know the password to your phone so we can’t sign out for you. I have to admit that I kinda like it this way so I can aim you up and chat with you. I hope they have internet connection in heaven. 

Well I gotta go shower now, but I promise I’ll come back to your house at night to comfort your parents.

P.S. Jasmine and I are trying to pick out what you’re going to wear when you get buried. We want to get it perfect since you’re going to be wearing these clothes for all eternity. I wonder if you would rather wear your  gray “The Hundreds” jacket or your new “Fucking Awesome” sweater that you recently got and hadn’t had a chance to wear yet. I think you’ll like the Fucking Awesome shirt better but isn’t kinda weird having a bad word across your chest the day of your funeral ahaha? Well, I guess we shall see. I love you and I still haven’t had the chance to see your body yet and I have to say that I kinda don’t want to. I want to imagine you as the lively Kelvin I once knew <3

To my followers I’m sorry if I’m bothering you with these long ass essays about Kelvin so if you don’t like them, that’s what the “un-follow” button  is for & thankyou Jessica, Angela, and Julie for all the support. Love ya girls (: