i think about these things a lot too. eventually, when we die, people will cry for us, maybe for a day or two, maybe for a week if we really meant something to them. and then they'll tell themselves to get it together, they'll wipe their faces with their arm and push their chin up and move on with their lives, because their lives still go on. and they don't want to waste it crying about us. which i think is good, because i don't want them to. i think i would rather have someone only cry for a little while and then just remember me in their thoughts when they see certain things or smell certain smells that remind them of me. i wouldn't want them to spend a week crying about it. that wouldn't do anything. a moment would do, not even a moment crying, just a moment thinking and reflecting and remembering their favorite time with me, their fondest memory. maybe they want to write it down. i don't know.
school is fucking ridiculous a lot of the time. most of the time. to quote ferris bueller, "life moves pretty fast. if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." right now, teachers are piling on work work work because they are crazy. i think now is a time to stop and look around. pause in your writing. reflect, remember, something. a minute will do as long as you think of something satisfying, something perfect you want to remember that person by. i'm sure that your friend's nana will appreciate that, and i'm sure she thinks that is enough, perfectly enough.
nothing makes sense. nothing. but the lives we've constructed for ourselves are little niches in the universe where we're supposed to feel like things make sense. little boundaries all around. reason, our boundaries are a lot like reason. a lot of the time, people's boundaries get ripped, get torn, get damaged, but it's a good thing. they usually get torn for bad reasons but it's good in the end. it makes you stronger. it makes you realize that there is stuff outside of the boundaries. explore it. embrace it. maybe you'll want to keep a bit of the ripped boundary taped down, to leave an opening all the time. it might be good.
i love you, my kayla. friday awaits us with open arms.
school is fucking ridiculous a lot of the time. most of the time. to quote ferris bueller, "life moves pretty fast. if you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it." right now, teachers are piling on work work work because they are crazy. i think now is a time to stop and look around. pause in your writing. reflect, remember, something. a minute will do as long as you think of something satisfying, something perfect you want to remember that person by. i'm sure that your friend's nana will appreciate that, and i'm sure she thinks that is enough, perfectly enough.
nothing makes sense. nothing. but the lives we've constructed for ourselves are little niches in the universe where we're supposed to feel like things make sense. little boundaries all around. reason, our boundaries are a lot like reason. a lot of the time, people's boundaries get ripped, get torn, get damaged, but it's a good thing. they usually get torn for bad reasons but it's good in the end. it makes you stronger. it makes you realize that there is stuff outside of the boundaries. explore it. embrace it. maybe you'll want to keep a bit of the ripped boundary taped down, to leave an opening all the time. it might be good.
i love you, my kayla. friday awaits us with open arms.
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i'm so blessed to have you.
you are a brilliant writer.
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