what if
i just went out and bought eight things of dust cleaner and did them all so fast that i died in peace?
if i end up doing this, i’d right everyone letters, personal letters, and send them right before hand.
i love my friends way too much to do this, but unfortunately i don’t think i’m strong enough for this world. i’m a failure. and i’m sorry.
but who knows? i don’t know what will happen yet. this is just what i’m currently dreaming about. (:
