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I am grieving. Grief comes from all factors of life, but why? Why do things change? Why is it a part of life? Change fucks me up, and I know it does for everyone else. Change can be fabulous, but every time things are perfect, shit goes downhill. What is wrong with this world, drugs, hate, murder, and lust.
I am grieving because of all this change, and I can't do it. I can't focus on anything anymore. My life is going downhill. Fuck it. I can move on, I can get through this, I can like anyone. Haha, that is so funny. I don't want to be told that I'm just being dramatic. Look, a lot has happened so maybe I have the right to overreact.