So, she died,
Passed away,
Gone,
Dead.
I miss her so fucking much, I wanna be with her so bad, but I can't..
Before she died, I promised her I wouldn't try to do it again, she said,
"People that kill themselves don't go to heaven"
Anywhere would be better, than being without you in this shitty excuse of a world that I currently live in. You, of all people, didn't fucking deserve it.
I'm reminded of her with everything.
Her clothes.
T.V shows.
Even people.
I honestly can't stand it anymore, I just want her back.
