May 5th, 2015
12 AM
I get to see you again. Not in the way I imagined. I imagined both of us smiling and talking about about all the things we've missed, and then have a sleepover. Instead I get to sit in a church and hear a bunch of people talk about you, then walk up to a box where you lay in a pretty dress.
But I guess beggars can't be choosers, right?
I'm not allowed to cry anymore,
Caroline.
CZYTASZ
Dollhouse
Poezjain which a girl writes letters to her best friend with cancer, that she won't send until all the envelopes are filled.
