My life was never perfect, it was verging on disastrous most of the time. This is a document of what has happened to me, through the fingers of my soul mate as she writes this. Sometimes, we all need to have a taste of reality. I promise you that all of these accounts are real, and this all actually happened. Than...
My brother committed suicide. At his funeral I didn't cry, I even left early. I did this because my brother already had a funeral. And he was there for it, and he was alive. He was holding my hand. We buried an empty shoe box, it symbolized his old self. He said he would hurt himself anymore. Apparently he lied...