I couldn’t think of anything to write on my last day. So I made a list of all the people who I loved so dearly. And all I could come up with were names of people I’ve never met. I hope to meet them one day so I can tell them what an impact they’ve had. Then I can’t stop crying because I’m not close enough. I’ll never be close enough. And that was my last day.
If I took my brain out and put it into a jar, would you finally believe me when I tell you how dead it is?