Listening for Patterns In The Sounds Of An Endless Static Sea

im not scared of the end of the world anymore.

im only scared that it will come before im ready.

before i had the chance to be honnestly happy.

before i had the chance to be free.

the day i die, is going to come eventually.

maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe in fifty years..
maybe everyone left in the world will die on the very same day as me.

maybe the planet will die that day too.
but its still just the day that i died.

id like to leave a home for my children, and to know that this place will always be here.

its much too late though we've ruined it all.

the waters are rising and the sun is getting hotter.

the world has become a scary place now; but i'd rather be in it.

now i know that boy is much more worried than me.

i used to be, but acceptance is key.

......Seriously?

SERIOUSLY..? SERIOUSLY?!
one stupid girl with one innocent life, lost the fight with drugs for it's existance today. i guess we'll never know how fucked up that kid's life would have been.
not fair.
one brave, good woman.. struck yet again with the disease that's soon going to take her from us all. i can't bare to watch all this happen to them.
so not fair.
today was fucked up.

and his new girlfriend looks like me.
and he's kicking our best friend out of his house.
and im supposed to help this somehow..?
today?!
uhhh so not going to happen.
fuck this all.