Tirishko

 Laugh louder!

Let me remember how does it feel to be in your home.

to the Livingston seagull

 "He seems like a shallow calm fresh lake. Don't overthink and enjoy the calm nice water. You have been stuck into a crazy storm" Pearlita says, "You know he was a good guy, but he could be too much. You need a rest from all those drama". 

She is right. But no, she has no idea. It is not that you "could be" too much, but you could not be "just enough". You were always too silent, too talkative, too excited, too sad, too lucky, too paranoid, too angry, too rational, too lazy, too hyperactive. You were too much from the first second I saw you, sitting on the ground in the middle on nowhere drinking your family-size Cola and staring to empty space around you, to the last seconds when you were too high to stop laughing and speak properly on the videocall. But you know what? You were my best friend, my asshole hater bestie. You were MY too much, and I missed you as hell.