I love you, farewell

[iamthefury]

Do you ever have to do what you don't want to do? Like that time when you were sixteen years old and your mother wanted you to sit on santa's lap? Or Like that time you had to get the rubella/german measles shot to go to the sixth grade? Or that time you had to put your dog down because he was suffering from seizures? Or that time you had to drive to Fife for your grandfather's memorial service? Or that time when you were thirteen years old and you had to leave Disneyland, the only place you had been happy in years? Yes. I sat on Santa's lap. I bit the bullet and got the shot. I carried my dog's lifeless body to the trunk and then buried him in the back yard. I blew snot all over myself in front of thirty-five strangers in a cold warehouse. I cried on the shuttle back to our hotel room, half pissed that our last ride was Roger Rabbit and half crushed that the wicked stepmother was there at the hotel to ruin everything.

I don't want to leave her.