This Is Irrelevant

I am told that I am the future of this world by the same people who tell me it has none. What does that make me? Nothing?

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You know I have gotten really good at convincing everyone around me that everything is kosher when it isn’t. Jessica is dead. That will never change. I loved her and she loved me. When she knew it was time, when she knew even god didn’t give a fuck, she came to me. And now she is dead. She has been gone for a year now. I burned all her letters because she speaks to me at night. I threw away her photo because I see her face in everything. But she is dead. Gone. I don’t even know what I am trying to say with this other then I miss her.

  1. chemopunk posted this