Happy 4th of July!
Anyway, I woke up early this morning and wrote in my journal. I don't know necessarily why, but I have a strong urge to share it with you who are there. Followers, visitors, etc. Whoever looks and/or whoever cares, I guess I mean.
1:23 am | I think if I were to go, to once and for all take my life, commit suicide...the person who it'd hurt the most wouldn't be my sister, my mother, my father, or anyone in my family. It'd be Braiden (known as "the one" in Teacup). Because this early morning my brain sparked and realized something I've been trying to realize for what feels like forever. Whether he'll admit it or not - to himself or to me - I mean the world to Braiden. Another thing, he'd blame himself. 100%
1:27 am | "Not only did he not want to believe, he knew sure as hell it was coming, yet was too scared to help." A line that's been repeating in my brain for the past thirty minutes.
1:29 am | I'm sorry Braiden. Because if I try, I won't. Because my mind will replay each and every memory I have of you. And I'll cry. Because I god damn love you and I know it will hurt: a feeling I've caused to you enough already.
1:32 am | So not goodbye, but "Good night, cruel world." Because I'm not ready to wake up..
Yet.
1:42 am |
He'd blame himself.
He'd visit and leave something
Maybe not flowers.
But love.
And sadness.
Because it'd burn like hell to hear
such news.
He'd cry until his eyes burned.
He'd then sleep
wake
and cry again.
It'd rip his heart
out of his chest.
Not because it was romance
or even close to that.
But because it was friendship.
"Friendship love."
Which in some cases - in OUR case...
is stronger than any other.
1:51 am |
"I love you"
"I saved you"
"I killed you"
"I miss you"
...
I hope you are all well. Happy fourth of July.
My "cope" book:
https://www.wattpad.com/story/372304633-teacup