none of this really matters.
none of you actually exist in my life.
nothing matters in the internet dimension.
peace out. im fucking done with this shit.
none of this really matters.
none of you actually exist in my life.
nothing matters in the internet dimension.
peace out. im fucking done with this shit.
i fell empty. I know I have to learn with this feeling but it’s just not something that I’m okay with, it’s something that I’ll NEVER be okay with.
I’m currently sitting here trying to design my baby cousin’s funeral program. How the HELL am I supposed to sum up the life of an amazing soul that impacted so many people in a mere 19 years. Out of everything i have ever tried to make in my life, this is by far the most intense. I am the one to choose everything. the picture, the poem… etc…
i may or may not be feeling a little queasy.
i’ll try to make something that you would love, baby cousin…. promise.

Last time I sat on this swing was with my cousin on thanksgiving. God I miss him, just sitting here is painful. (Taken with instagram)
my cousin just died and my sister has a fractured skull and a broken neck.
he was 19 and my sister is only 18.
they were t-boned by a semi truck on their way home from a skate park…….