I didn't end up going to the cemetery today like I wanted to. Like I was hoping to.
Rather I laid around and helped a friend decided on her prom dress. Both were great, just not what I had in mind for today. Life never goes as planned, yet aren't those memories the best?
For instance the cemetery drive wasn't planned, yet I loved. The unexpected (good) memories are the best. I've learned to appreciate them the most.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
