On Thursday night, my best friend was sleeping over my house. He was a recovering addict and was doing great, but apparently sometime in the middle of the night, he woke up and took something and when I went to wake him up the next morning he had passed away. He was like a brother to me and I loved him with all my heart. He was the greatest guy I ever knew and I don't understand why God would choose to take him and leave a piece of crap like me here. I'd give anything to switch places with him. Everyone says it gets better, it gets easier, but i still can't eat, sleep, or stop crying. All I can think about is how I just want one more hug and I feel like the pain will never go away. When he died, a piece of me did too and I don't know how to function anymore.