16 and 1/2 with a sadness as deep as the ocean
which you can feel yourself being dragged into slowly by the claws of depression as you attempt to escape but have found yourself in an abyss of emptiness.

today is just really ****** and i wish i wasn't alive to feel it

hey babe do you wanna come over later?
listen to the 1975 and hold hands for a few hours in my bed.
we can talk about the old days when we were just friends and were just strangers.
and talk about the universe while the billions of stars around us shine.

Hung around Quik Trip until we felt more success
Headed on the highway 5 minutes to 3
Put our location on the GPS
Had on my hood so no one could talk to me

DON'T stress out your child because of their grades
DON'T physically hit your child
DON'T call you child worthless
DON'T tell your child you're not proud of them

Your child looks up to you and sees you as their role model, don't make their future look bleak.

A half-baked smile and a love to pretend,
But prior to then, love was nothing more to me than a vacation,
A vacant motivation,
To avoid the means it takes to reach any real end.
A sense of salvation,
But also an element of bitter hope,
To cope with the rope that was tied around my neck.

You’re a very beautiful and amazing human being who is worthy of so many amazing things and in my opinion you deserve more than me because you’re a galaxy and I’m just a speck of dust

I still love you mom and dad
But I feel more at home when I'm away from here
I'll never find anything in this dead place
My heart's been buried in the midwest
And I've been digging out for the past three years

I'm being honest when I say if it wasn't for you I would have already killed myself.

Dear you,

fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuc­kyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufucky­oufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou­fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufu­ckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou

Si­ncerely, Josh