Nothing of value deserves to be on Facebook. It’s a fake way if getting attention for things that make your blood flow a little more. In reality I suppose even this is an attention fake situation, but for me this is a place to place my thoughts and pretty much everything. I don’t reblog shit, I give pieces of myself to this ‘system’ instead. Yesterday a girl I knew, up until essentially last summer, committed suicide. I’d had some last experiences with her from simple hang outs to our much more intimate meeting a couple of years ago. You were such a happy person, such an energy about you that resonated. I’m not saying this because you’re passed, I told you this to your face many times. I wish there could have been so much more for you, there would have been so much more.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, or that you didn’t feel comfortable enough with me to tell me how much you were hurting. I wish I’d maybe paid more attention? I don’t understand all this. There’s too much for me to understand I suppose.
I hope whatever lies beyond this if there’s something, and I know it would be beautiful, I hope you’re there. I hope it’s 1000x better than this. I hope love flourishes with the light and it embraces you for who you are in your soul.