Day seven. The materials I held onto for so long are useless. DVDs, comics, action figures, and dolls. Yeah... I had dolls. These seven days made me realize that I need to move on. I can’t hold to the last, hoping things will change and get better. I need to move forward. I need to make choices. If I continue trying to live in my past, I’m not living. I’m as dead as the corpses feasting on bodies outside.
Continuing Ryan’s last wish. Seven days, seven black and white photos of your life. No people, no pets, no explanation. Remembering a new friend each day.
My friend James, the connection from my past to my present to the future. He’s been my best friend since second grade- where we met on a school yard and played Sonic and Knuckles. We always joked that he was Apathetic Jim. But he was always there for me. And I know he always will be.