What a funny name for a flower, that’s what I want my family to recieve at my funeral. They can throw it on my casket, cry, weep, and moan. Whatever. I know it’s really awful to do this, but they can’t seem to notice, hey something is wrong with her. Look at that fake smile. I’m not as brave as everybody else, ballsy, I can’t do the antifreeze or overdose or self mutalate. It scares the living day lights out of me. My fear would be a coroner say “this girl lived a pathetic life and took the easy way out.” I care too much […]
