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so i discovered a very close friend has a serious illness... and even though he seems very aloof about it, its... affecting me. I know that I'm not supposed to make this about me, and I know that your probably thinking im selfish and trying to find something to complain about, but I am what I am, and right now thats affected. I'm not sure why i feel the need to share this with the world.. i geuss when i feel emo i want to talk about it and beal doesnt give a shit. Not a bad thing, he just doesnt care about pretty much anything. My dad's yelled at me to be careful with everything (smoking, grossly overweight, etc.) for years now and i've always brushed it off, but this hit just way too close to home. It's also making me realize how immature and irresponsible my life is and has been for a long while.
I was lying in bed trying to sleep, and I realized that if i died in my sleep tonight I would leave nothing behind. When I do die I want people to be able to say something more than, "He died too young".
I dont want to be another cliche obituary.
I was lying in bed trying to sleep, and I realized that if i died in my sleep tonight I would leave nothing behind. When I do die I want people to be able to say something more than, "He died too young".
I dont want to be another cliche obituary.