you're just a young girl, but grief doesn't care. it takes over your life with little warning ( just the accompaniment of screeching tires ). it's a selfish friend. it won't settle for second best. so, it teams up with death until it's all you have left.
[ sent to SOUL SISTER: ] I’m wearing sunglasses in bed. I even threw a shoe at Jeremy for coming in my room and blasting his emo music. Can I come live with you…permanently?
