i'm writing this in a state of shock, confusion, and panic. every thursday at the studio there's a woman who came in to talk to me and my friends. every thursday. she gave me the nickname Fall Out Boy Girl and that nickname's going to stick for quite some time. i found out today that she commited suicide yesterday morning. i dont understand why anyone could do that. i really dont.
so i sit on the edge of my bed
with my head in my hands
just asking God why
he could take such a person.
My chest and fists tighting
as I remember everything.
As I try to forget that this is happening.
But I cant. It's pounding at my head.
It's screaming as loud as it can.
It's real.
xo
Please tell me you're okay.
I need you now more than ever.
One of the thoughts running through my head
is what you said the other day.
About if you made it through.
Please promise me you're not going anywhere.
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