Josh Mapstead died two and a half weeks ago. He was 19. He was a friend of mine. We used to hang out and once went and played paintball. But, as a result of various disorders, life didn't seem worth living to him anymore.
A lot of people had a lot to say about Josh, and that bothered me. I don't have much of anything to say. Usually, I think that's better. Sometimes, I think, simply sitting in silence is best.
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