I miss Kristopher. So much. I don’t feel him. It’s like a part of me is dead and alone. This sucks. My heart hurts and it takes my breath away. I miss you too moomie. I wish they would have taken me with them. It’s not fair.

Kristopher, I am so sorry I didn’t help you more. I was selfish and blind. I. Didn’t answer your calls, I will never forgive myself. Now you’re gone, where? I hope somewhere. I miss you terribly and my heart is broken. I’m sad ill never hold your hand again, ill never get a phone call from you again, ill never hear your voice. Too many never agains. I love you, always have, always will. Please forgive me. My heart is broken, the thought of you alone, scared, hurting, needing help kills me. Take me with you please. I don’t want to be here anymore. Take me with you. I love you.

the-lady-amalthea:

I urge you to please notice

when you are happy,

and exclaim or murmur

or think at some point,

“If this isn’t nice,

I don’t know what is.”

— kurt vonnegut —

(via loveyourchaos)

Today my ex boyfriend told me its just a matter of time before he commits suicide ( which I now believe), and my stepdad who has almost been sober for two months drank. He’s been an alcoholic for 40 years. Fuck Thanksgiving.