| — | i’ve just seen a face - the beatles. |
royalty.
why do bad things happen to good people? why does this kind of shit always happen to me? i am taking this so “well” because i’ve had to deal with it all before. that’s the shittiest part about it. my family doesn’t know what it feels like to loose someone to an unexpected car accident. i do. this isn’t the first time it’s happened to me. i hate that it always happens to people that it shouldn’t happen to. why couldn’t it have been a murderer in the car instead of my uncle? why couldn’t it have been a rapist in the car instead of nicole? why why why?
sad. because i keep loosing people close to me. one after another it’s like a never ending cycle. because i’m never good enough, and when i think i am, i’m really not.
disappointed. because i thought i was better then i actually was. that i cared and probably shouldn’t have.
tired. emotionally & physically. because this happens time and time again. it’s like a fucking routine.
kendra gets let down once again. thanks world.
r.i.p. uncle andrew.♥
happy.
snow day. ♥
who am i kidding. i can’t not write. writing is what heals my constantly broken state of being. i will write probably forever.
it’s been real. you’ve helped me through a lot. i’m not meant to write anymore i guess. bye.
love, kendra.
| — | i wrote this to myself 7 months ago. :) |
