~FragilexAir

i cry now, like i did on those lonely nights where i begged god to take me instead of my father. the same way i cried the nights following his death when i cursed myself for not doing more to save him.

so things are a little out of whack. my feelings are going haywier. i miss the boy. i miss the man who is like my father. i miss my mother. i miss my father. i miss my sisters. i miss my best friends, all three of them. i'm ready to get out of this house. i'm ready to start my life. i'm ready to be a mother and a wife. i'm ready to start ... come on, let it begin. i'm tired of waiting.