#zackvulnerable

Dad,           are you still flooded with pride when you hear or speak my name? there's certain feelings i tend to hide, and i know you feel the same.                   lying was never in my blood, how'd this hate get in my heart? i came here in search of love, and now i'm not sure where to start.           i love you all so greatly, please tell mom i miss her too, but the reason i'm writing lately is that i feel i've failed you.

Aren't we all a little broken, aren't we all a little dead, all day we beg to go to bed, then can't sleep once we get there. I've seen good men lose integrity, I've seen modest women lose control, couples lacking chemistry, trying desperately to feel whole. To live takes quite a toll, I will not argue that, but maybe, just maybe, if our thoughts were not so dull, we'd see this world is not so black.

Maybe we always knew this wouldn't last forever... I figured that's why we always wrote all our love letters in pencil.

Easy. 9, 17, 24, 28, 32, 63, 65, 68, 78.