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my grandpa and him died in the same week last week and as much as i love my grandpa i generally moved on in like a day. knowing death is a normal part of life, & he’s 82. but this has turned my entire world upside down. i feel like i need a psych ward

life is so sick. i used to tell my best friend how i could never see myself having faith in a god again & how abstract it is. ive been obsessed & trying to find answers through religion, spirituality, now due to his very passing bc i cant accept or process his passing. sick sick

if u didn’t think this piece of shit could be any more of a pathetic excuse of a human being— he recorded someone’s last moments for clicks and views and viral count. it should’ve been you rather than him

i hate politics or anything to do with ballots and voting season. the most performative mfs come out the cut. identity politics it’s like gangs. shut the entire fuck up. yall don’t know shit about shit just want to feel included

stupid fent junkie is the reason my honey not here

i was no better. the same plug we always picked up from. if i was there with you like i always am it would’ve been 2 bodies laying there. i feel like i don’t deserve so many chances when u didn’t get as many as me

we’re all still here and u did the hardest thing which is experience death. the rest of us have to live & eventually join you but for now you’re not here anymore. that’s all i know. you’re not here

it’s a whole world still going on here. where are you. like

never had to process grief & the thing is you’re basically learning how to carry a wound for the rest of your life. i feel fine, normal for a bit. then i look out my window in the drive thru on university people laughing, standing outside & im like oh my baby.. ur missing this

as good as i looked in them a part of me is flattered and what i don’t know will never hurt me. long as that shit ain’t leaked across social media i can’t give a damn lol

well it’s a new day. i finally showered. i was disgusting for a good week. now i’m going to pick myself up. i’m slowly and surely accepting this and i just want to believe there is an afterlife & my sweetheart is waiting for me. he’s gonna come pick me up when it’s my turn

my life is now like that every day. from the moment i lay my head down on my pillow, to when i open my eyes in the morning, i relive their funeral & death

that one wish willow shit is a hoax. he in fact did not appear outside my window

forcing my new normal.

because they haven’t gotten excessive plastic surgery like yall wanna believe. they’re just gorgeous, cope. like, kim has been gorgeous her entire life. unsure where the trope comes that she’s gotten anything more than a bbl & some botox. give it a rest

very clearly can tell who the mix matched kid is but ok. looks just like the dad(s)

it just… seems cruel and unfair. there’s a whole new life now of new chapters, new beginnings, that you’ll never be a part of