I've always thought it strange, people's different outlooks on death. Having no experience with it myself, I cannot contribute what I have done in the situation, but I can guess.
Actually I can't.
Martha and Joe have died during my lifetime - that I can remember, cos Ken did too but I don't remember him at all...I've made up all of my memories about him - but I only cried over Joe because not only was he a warmer person than Martha, but also his death was presented to my mother and I in a very unorthodox fashion. That, and Oli was shit at that time. Anyway, they died. Martha i sorta went "...o." for, and Joe I cried and drew for. I still have that drawing; it wasn't entirely bad. However, it'd be totally different if it was Pod, for example. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I don't have the kind of relationship with my dad where I'd turn to him, and wouldn't want to turn to my mum. She'd probably be with Dave.
It's true; look how they shine for you.
Look how they shine for you.
Look how they shine for.
It's ridiculous. I've cared for people before and I've loved people before. So how is it that only now I'm caring for the happiness for someone truly? Really, I find that kind of odd. I would let you go if that was what you wanted. I would put myself aside entirely for you. I don't know if that's because no one's reeally done it before or I really do just love you...but it is so.
Why am I writing that on a blog?
I should just bloody tell you.
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