I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.
I hate thinking about death. It literally terrifies me. I hate the thought of not being able to see a person that I love anymore. I’ve always been so close to everyone (except a few) in my family. Especially my great grandma. It kills me to know that she’s really sick, and that she recently almost passed away and no body said anything until yesterday. It’s upsetting. Especially after what happened with my grandma. I didn’t even get to say goodbye because my mom told me she was going to be okay, and the next morning she was gone. I don’t want that to happen again. I really don’t..
Dorothy Stone by Alfred Cheney Johnston