So.

I just really feel heartbroken right now. I was having a normal night until I found out Cory Monteith, aka the only guy I loved the most from a show I watched for only two seasons, was found dead on a hotel room. First I was speechless. Then I couldn't believe it. I was not a fan, but still had appreciated Cory so much. He was truly beautiful and a wonderful person. I always find it so amazing when people are brave enough to recognize they have a problem and go to rehab on their own. I feel like it's the very first step that counts. It's the very first step to a real beautiful life full of pride and joy.

And this happens.

I'm shattered in peaces. This goes for everyone who really loved him. All the love my heart can stand goes for them all. He's with you, always will be. I'm really sorry for him, his family, his fiancée Lea, all his friends and co-workers and most of all, his fans

Because I am a fan, too.

So then I realized that losing Cory was for some people the equivalent of losing a Jonas for me.

And that's when I panicked.

And this goes on on another post because I just can't put this on the same post.

I'm so so so sorry, Cory. I will always miss you so much.