“There is light at the end of the tunnel so I turn around and walk the other way towards the darkness because what’s the point of delaying what is eventually going to happen? What is wrong with something happening today rather than any other tomorrows? So maybe you’ll come home and find me- correction- find my body and maybe you won’t cry or you will and maybe you’ll miss me for a day or in the moments you have no one else or maybe you won’t miss me at all. Maybe you’ll miss the white noise I created in your life or the sound of my laughter that you hate so much or maybe you’ll miss me talking shit and having a joyous face every time I see a dog or maybe you won’t. So maybe I’ll be dead or i already am but that doesn’t make any difference to anyone, does it?”
— too many death posts but not enough dying // justscribbledwords (via justscribbledwords)
