So much happening all at once.
And just as I graduate high school too prove every one wrong, that’s when it starts to spin.
A friend whom I truly care about, is unsafe and not afraid that something bad will happen.
My beautiful cousin was found with a brain tumor, me being unaware she went into emergency surgery.
My best friend, pregnant and leaving me to live in another city with her boyfriend.

It kind of seems No one is around when I really actually need it…
This one time.

marielation:

Killing people is an art.

And, like any other form of art, it leaves one nasty mess after the act is done.

I guess every other artist would agree with me when I say that cleaning up is the worst part of it all. It’s the time when it seems like everything is good where it is whether there’s…