theluckydreams

Im sure writing these will get easier with time. I’m going to write little pieces to leave behind. So people in my life can better understand where I’m coming from in regards to the decision I’m going to make in the near future. I imagine my mother and old friends coming across these blog posts like little bottles with letters corked tight making their way onto an empty beach a little to late and already forgotten. When I think about my younger years I think I always knew I was gonna end up going out like this. Drowning in the sea because I poked out my own holes in the boat I was sailing on. Blue, always been blue. It’s always overpowered every other color I felt. It became comfortable. LDR showed me how blue was also my favorite color and tone of song because it was an emotion I felt really familiar with. Favorite tone of song. When I die, I would want my old friends to come to my funeral and not think about how horrible of a person I was, but the person that made them laugh even when I was sad deep down inside. When they lower my casket I want them to play LDR’s cover of goodbye kiss. When I’m gone and they hear her voice and music I hope they’ll always think of me