Missing Caitlin. If I had a penny for every time I’ve wanted to talk to her after her death, I’d be a multi-millionaire. There’s so much shit that I still want to do with her, things I want to share with her.
I’m bitter, sad, angry. Bitter because during he last days she wanted to live. Sad because her life was cut short. Angry with her so-called “God”.
I want to cut. I want to cry. I want to kill things.
It’s so easy to destroy everything.
wow. dude your life is fucked up. i cannot and wont say i know how your feeling because i dont. and i thought MY suisidal thoughts were fucked up. but keep on living dude. its one life.live it. and i can sorta tell its pretty bad considering the things youre going through and i totally feel your hate for the world. oh and youve got GREAT music taste.