I hate how much a death of someone can drain you
even if you never knew them.
I just don’t think I can handle any more deaths around me in such a short period of time.
I feel so morbid, and can only think about my family and friends being next.
Is it weird how I always imagine myself talking at one of my friend’s funerals?
I just want to turn off my imagination sometimes; it wanders far too much.
…I love you two so so so so so much.
You guys know who you are…I wouldn’t trade you for the world