Friday

Cursed

Can’t sleep again. I blame it on the curse. It’s going to happen in 2020. We will be lost, I will be lost. My nightmare since the third grade is coming true. I don’t know how to prepare for it. I pray to god they go, That I go knowing that I love them.

Happy and Always

  I wake up in the morning, only to be sad I awake again. I don't wish to be here, I live in constant, chronic agony. I have lost years ...