Jeff Combs 9 of Swords

"what if something bad happens?" something bad is going to happen. again and again and again and again and again and again. you will survive it. or you won't. either way, everything is going to be okay.

i want you to move in with me because im lonely

i fucking missed you today buddy. night night

i don't understand why your life ended like that. it feels premature. is that really all you wanted? 10 years, 2 that i missed. 8 years floundering around with me from place to place as i drifted through my early 20s, barely aware that i was alive and hanging on by a thread. i didn't do anything spectacular with you. i just wasted my time. waiting for things to get better. and now you're gone. that's it? Why? Why would you decide to waste your time with me like that?

every time i think of your body flattened into the road i get pretty pissed off. my beautiful man, who always made sure he was sparkling clean, the air squeezed out of your stomach and lungs and the blood soaking into your fur and your eyeball dangling from its socket. what kind of stupid existence is this where you could have been so lovely and so destroyed. What kind of stupid fucking shithole place is this