Today,

 I hug my tattoo artist and we both cried alittle. I said this tattoo was a promise that I would began to let go but as I walked out the studio, I realized I still wasn't ready. There's something in me that just can't move on.... March 8th 2013 in Norfolk,VA a very close friend of mine was shot 3 times and left on a kitchen floor to die. Court dates are finally reaching days away and prohibit me to reveal details of that night but that night, I lost apart of myself, security and most of all.. trust for human kind. Without a struggle or fight my friend was shot and died shortly after. I relive that night each and every day. I have not returned back to work, I took time off from college.And cry in sudden and long spurts. The state has not been willing to help me cope with the murder nor were able to get me therapy because they say, that state funding is limited to family members only. I watched my friend die, almost was killed myself but all doors were and have been shut on me. This is my last attempt to try to talk about Casey and hopefully... meet and hope someone can save me..

                                                      Love, me