That it took so long.
But I finally think I have a way.
I can write a full fledged song devote to your glory, PaPa, and I will.
It will be the one that will be played by our Wind Symphony in the fall.
I’ll probably be crying, but at least I know you’ll finally get to hear my appreciation for you.
And Mema will be there too, crying as well. We’ll remember you as the great man you were, taken so young.
Only a few people know that I break down constantly about this.
Just thinking of you gets me to tears.
But I finally have a way to make you proud.
To remember you.
To THANK you.

I love you PaPa, and I know you can’t see this, but that’s beside the point.
You’ll hear what’s coming soon enough. :’)
Rest in peace.

Everything is going wrong.
There’s no communication.
I need more time.
I need to breathe.
I don’t know if I can make it to summer, and that’s just a fucking week away.

And I feel so alone.
I have nobody to talk to.
Nobody can understand. I’ve tried numerous people.
So who can I turn to?
tumblr, right?

Sigh.
Sometimes I think of it.
And it draws closer on nights like these.
Just randomly it hits.
And there I go.

I can’t even explain it.
This post doesn’t even make sense.

My life’s a mess right now.
And no matter how hard I try, I can’t fix it.
I want to run away.
I’ve had a bag packed for weeks now.
I just can never get myself to do it.
Or the other thing.

Why is my brain like this.
I don’t want to stay here.
I think I’m gonna leave.
Go missing.
Kid kidnapped.
MIA.
DOA.
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Fuck shit.