So, i have a cork board in my room, where i have set two five dollar bills upon posters, clippings, concert tickets. And really, its like one of those books you can buy, where you go in and find the hidden item.no one could ever find those five dollar bills, until i told them.But, upon arriving home this evening, my father pointed a finger towards me and looked at my mother."Fuck," he said. "I...

because its hard to concentrate on a single person. one thats been in your life since you were born - one that's supported you through nearly everything.it's hard to concentrate on the person when they're dying.when everything just fucked up.can't figure it out.because she was doing really well.and now shes not.it's that quick.everything happens in an instant.sitting there one minute.being told...