I just wanna talk to somebody. Somebody who gives a fuck about what I have to say.

Seeing my grandmother cry like that breaks my heart. She's loosing the love her of her life, and i can't even imagine the pain she's feeling. The man I sung to everyday, played hide and seek with, the man who made me breakfast every morning is dying as I type this and there's nothing I can do about it. Nobody told me grief felt so much like fear. I hate death. I hate it. Everything is taken away from you, and you have nothing left but memories that make you feel like even more has been stolen.

You don't deserve this. You don't deserve to be in pain. But I don't want to loose you. I want you the way you use to be, but that's selfish. You swore that you'd be fine, but you're not.


"So when you see me falling backwards down the wall that says I'm still alive, don't be cautious when I'm cautiously approaching on the other side. Everybody has their reasons, that's the reason we're all going to die. Because if seeing is believing, then believe that we have lost our eyes."