I was going to make another long whiney emo post just now but I thought to myself; what the hell is the point? I nearly fucked up real bad this morning. REAL BAD. I suppose I should be happy that it could have been much much worse.
endless, ceaseless thoughts spiral from self control dreams of romance lost and better days days when not everything was so significant when nothing mattered empty but content now these scars run deep through fragile flesh will you make them bleed?
My grandmother was the fabric that held our family together and kept us so tight. She still is. As cousins we are like brothers and sisters. That will be her legacy.