Every time I close my eyes I see the pool of blood that marked where you laid. Waiting. For help that wouldn’t help at all.
And so many questions race through my mind. Did you see it coming? How long were you conscience? How long were you afraid and in pain?
They said he died when he hit the ground. That his body was so broken you couldn’t recognize him anymore.
I’m sorry I didn’t hug his mother. I just couldn’t move.
tries to do things: becomes overridden with anxiety
doesn’t do things: becomes overridden with anxiety
I don’t think I could ever date a good actor like he could tell me he loves me and I’d be like nah you said it much more convincingly to kate winslet try again
The goats would all fall off the tree.