It's not that I think it's about me... it's not. At all. But I'm not ready for another round of sadness and death. I've had more than enough of that, and I don't want to go through it; I damn sure don't want someone I love going through it.
So, you better fucking fix this, Universe. If you don't, in the immortal words of Hunter S. Thompson, you're going to have me on your hands.
I know the story of that family, you know. And it's just not fucking fair; they've had more than enough tragedy and hurt and loss. It has to fucking ease up at some point.
Right?
"If you fall apart again, then you can find a friend..." Brandi Carlile
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