People grow apart, and sometimes, there nothing anyone can do about it.
When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?
What the hell happened to Pluto?!
Everything...affects everything
I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.
I could picture lifeโschool and everything elseโcontinuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldnโt imagine who would attend or what they would say.