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