cheer up charlie
So, this weekend the weirdest bum came in to my work. He was talking to himself as well as me and the first thing he asked me was why are you dead which i thought was kinda strange but i just told him im not dead im alive then it gets weirder he asked me why i kissed the boy who killed me which now gets my thinking why would he say that out of no where and after he asked me, what was in his eyes and then he told me i had beautiful eyes. Maybe he saw something i couldn't either that or he was just crazy but it makes me wonder after all i have been through the past 3 months in just 2 sentences he got me this bum come from god knows where but it was like he knew and called me out on it. Like a part of me died and this certain "boy" i kissed was the one who killed it. Maybe im just over analyzing it but a part of me doesn't think it was just a coincidence