I cant think about it or I'll cry.
But I can't stop thinking about it so I cry even more.
I can't stop crying.
I can't stop thinking.
I can't write a chapter about without breaking down.
I breathe. The other half of everything of me is gone.
He. Is. Gone.
Every time I say it, it's not making things better.
YOU ARE READING
Meh #2
RandomThis is my second bio and I didn't know what to title it. So enjoy!!! The madness thats called my brain and my life and drama and nonsense!!
