I never told anyone how hard it was for me when my grandma died right in front of me. I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want to seem selfish. She died one month before my birthday. And nobody knew that I took her death the hardest.
I promised my family and friends I would come home. They don’t know I plan on it being in a bodybag.
Dad, I blaim myself for your Heroine addiction and eventual death from Overdose… I blame moms death from AIDS on your Heroine abuse… I killed you both and havent learned to forgive myself…
I’m terrified that my mom and sisters are going to die soon because they smoke.
I keep wishing that my heart will stop. So I dont have to kill myself and hurt the people I love.
I cried more when my aunt’s dog died… then i did when my great aunt died.
I wrote this secret weeks ago… I wish my grandparents died so my dad could be free I know I am bad… …my grandmother died yesterday.
I remember once thinking that I wouldn’t care if you died. Now you’re gone and I’m so fucked up. I’d do anything to bring you back.