Sometimes I wish I had cancer, just to be able to get out of things I don’t want to do.
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 still sometimes turn the volume to 23 to spite you. Now I just wish you would be here to change it…
I some times wish she had died… As it would of been easier to deal with when she left…
In first grade I decided that I wanted to fly I still want toand maybe some day I will. This secret is available as a postcard. Send it to someone.
I always knew there was a room at the very top… I cried whent hey told me otherwise… Now I know I’m right. Now I’m going to make it there…