I realize now more than ever, that I’m better at writing out my thoughts, or words, than saying them and being able to lean on anyone. I recently lost my uncle, and losing a person that has changed you in so many ways, and it happening so quick, none of it seems real, even when I watched him being lowered into the ground, it wasn’t sinking in, that this, all of it was real. Then when it hits at random times, I find myself lost, and  wondering why good things are taken, then I snap back to reality and realize we had him for a long time, and that he was hurting because of a disease, which was the bad in him, and that his good will always live on, in every single one of us that is here. And that even when we’re hurting, he’s somewhere around us, and we just don’t know it. & I think that’s what’s kept me sane, or a little bit sane. Knowing that he’s my entire family’s angel, our wings, and guidance, and that he’s the one wrapping himself around us, protecting us. We miss him, and I miss him. But I’m thankful that he’s finally found somewhere that he knows nothing of pain. 

"I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you. I want to build us a house. I want to settle down and grow old with you. I want to die when I’m 110 years old, in your arms. I don’t want 48 uninterrupted hours. I want a lifetime.."

"No matter how often I think I can’t stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don’t fall, I don’t foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It’s the same for all of us. You can’t get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does."