i am soon ending my life, I am now in the nostalgia stage.... i remember the memories me and my siblings had, funny and goofy stuff we did together, how we got into trouble but didn't feel guilty because it was fun. I remember my mom's laughter and my grandparents how they would spoil us. those are sweet memories. my last memory will be me and her at the beach, the girl i never got to open up to. because i was too scared to confess my feelings. because im such a fucking coward. I will miss these days, and all those pictures will flash in my memory as I fall.
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