enjoy, come visit again!

i want to mutter those three words sooo damn bad

i am so tired of everyone i wish id literally die

i am SO grateful for my friends

how can you go from being alive and talking, breathing, laughing, and driving me to school to being dead? it isn’t fair why can’t we just live forever.

i should’ve told everyone immediately.. maybe then i wouldn’t have done what i did.

i think i have the worst anxiety in the world… god did not create me satan did i’m gonna kms.

i can never tell if somebody smokin that gas or just hit a fatass skunk

he never actually loved me and i never saw it until now

this is my last year of living with my family. idk what to do about that.

i’m gonna write a love letter and hope my brother mails it out to him like in tatbilb

“do you have any children?”

you walked the earth and looked at the same trees i did. you sat on the exact spot i sit at on your back porch, and you once sat in that big old cigar smellin recliner. how can you actually be gone? you were here.

i miss you grandpa.