It's time to close the curtains because all I write is sad and dead and I am no longer pretending which is dangerous. Goodbye, I hope you enjoyed the show.

the first star i see tonight i wish i may i wish i might.
i used to wish for everyone to live forever.
now i wish we would all just die.

dear aimee and rhiannon,
i miss you like summer and chai tea cigarettes.

life has a way of being different, suddenly.

the empty that is now,
that seems forever.

i don't care that i don't care and i know i should be worried.

sometimes i think his death made them feel cool. like they were part of this big, cool group. and this sad boy, who probably smoked cigarettes and felt lost sometimes was just an excuse for them to be noticed. but how could so many people love him? how could so many people love a sad boy? sadness can be so ugly.