i.need.some.paper

I heard about what happened. I hope that you didn't go gently into the quiet night. You made a ruckus and it hurt but you fought through it even if the night finally fell and left us all in the dark. I'll always write for you, you hear me? When I have a fucking book, I'll credit you. I'll credit you so the world doesn't just fucking keep spinning without you in it. Fuck.

Can we get a new chapter here?