I need to just forget. Forget my life, and my pain. Will anyone even miss me? I keep remembering....the little things.


*friday nights driving alone out at the lake.
*drunken fights
*north carolina
*laughing over nothing
*marker fights
*last summer in denver
*concerts
*first encounter with a beer bong
*japan and mom
*the ocean

whatever happened to the careless girl, who once had so much potential? Someones killed her... cut her insides with a single word, bashed her head with every breath. Since my souls already dead, what would it hurt to finish off the body?