Is any of this real?
And.. if it is (or ISN'T).. does it MATTER?!
Really. I mean, what matters besides what we believe? Until we're proven wrong....
I want to believe I won't always be alone. I find ways of believing it, for moments.
But the truth is that I will....
I know that like I know the sun will rise tomorrow. No matter how hard I try, I can't change it.
And sometimes that makes me sob my guts out til I can't breathe. Sometimes.