So many things...

Its been two months since the funeral of Jacob West.
Sadly, I haven't thought about him much, but I'm pretty sure he'd understand what I've been going through.
Anxiety and depression, mild agoraphobia, some OCD (Recurring thoughts of death), and others.

Surprisingly thoughts of Jacob didn't come up. Maybe it's because I'm so sure that he, if anyone, is in a better place.
I still regret not seeing him until the funeral. I've not been too plagued by my anxiety or anything tonight which is why I'm writing this... however, I beleive I'll go.

I just figured I owed him this much, another look back in my mind at us growing up back then in those houses in that neightborhood, right down the road from that elementary school.