Sam

I keep asking my family for a gun, but they say, “You’ll buy your own when you grow up.” I wish I had my own gun too. I’m sure she is an amazing shooter.

:3

my poor angel

Most of the time, I think: I wish she hadn’t done that… Maybe everything wouldn’t be so complicated, so destructive. But then immediately another thought follows: If she hadn’t done it, I would have never known her. At least if she hadn’t committed suicide, I wish she were in prison. I would NEVER let her feel ALONE, I would send her letters all the time. That’s why my feelings are always conflicted. But no matter what, everything I feel is real. And somewhere in that chaos, is what makes me who I am.