Dear Isis

Dear isis,

(lowercaseonpurpose,yousoulsuckingrodents,ifyouthinkgorasecondthat in my personalblogIwillgiveyouthe recognition ofbeinganythingotherthanwhatyouare; a worthless entity that deserves no capitalization,) you’re a major reason I have trouble falling asleep at night. 

Why did she have to die?

I am sure that I would have ended up being like I am without her death, ormine, it just might have taken longer.

Why did YOU (theinfamous’YOU PEOPLE’) need to have someone so pure die, just to give ne the strengthcourageHONESTY to teach you things that a 23 year old girl never should have learned to teach?

Why’d it take something so gruesome happening to make it possible for someone to step up and tell you what you should already know?

Sometimes I just want to erase it all, then I imagine not knowing what death has taught me. That life before it all happened; was that even a life? I was 15. Who can say for sure wether or not I would have grown up to be who I am now if she and I hadn’t died that day back in 2008. If I did just go on living with her; just like how we were living, we honestly might have contemplated killing each other. We probably would have decided against it by now, and we would be making art. BUT maybe not, maybe we would not have been able to live on the same planet. Mars might have been for me…

What would her reaction have been if she saw what was happening in the world?

We both might be off in mars.

Maybe she’s there.


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