This is the tattoo my brothers and I got for for mom that passed away 10 years ago from heart disease. Its the number one killer in America. Please be aware. My Mom was only 38 when she died. It could happen to anyone. Rest in Peace mom.
I was driving while I crying (which is a horrible horrible thing to do, never do it ever) And I got a call. I didn’t answer, but I looked to see who it was. And when I looked up my vision was really blurry but I heard honking. I tried to focus on the road, and after a few moment I saw I was half way on the other side of the road, a few moments from hitting head on a huge truck, that would have killed me. I was going 40 in a 25. I pulled over and stopped crying. You’d think I’d cry more. But I didn’t. I sat there debating on whether I could start driving again. It took me ten minutes to get myself to do it.
Without control I have started to hate myself more than I have in a long time. The more and more shit piles on I just find myself in this horrible state. I want to run away from everything. I want to fucking die. I want nothing more to just not exist anymore. Alex basically hates me, which I understand why. I hate me too. I nearly fucked up several peoples lives last night, just because I let people drink with me. I can’t help but completely hate myself. For everything I have ever done to anyone.
Have you ever just started thinking about all the bad things you have ever done and just feel like you completely ripped your heart out in the process and now thats there is just a gaping hole of nothingness? Yeah. Thats how I feel right now.
Can I just move as far away from everyone as possible? I guess its good that everyone is slowly starting to hate me… Makes everything easier when I’m gone.
I’d give myself up to save an animal from getting tested on. I’d gladly test the crazy products just because I don’t care about the out come. Death?Cancer? Not a problem.
Them: “Sorry miss you have cancer from the treatment”
Me: “Well that one obviously sucks. Try again guys I have another few months to live”
Them: “Actually a few weeks. It spread really fast”
Me: “Then get your happy asses back to the drawing board!”
Well… here we are again. 2 weeks apart. It’s crazy to me. 10 whole years since that moment. That day where everything stopped and I wished it was only a dream… Sometimes it seems like it went by so fast, but lately these 10 years and felt long. I miss my mom so much, and love her more than I can explain. She’s a goddess. Rest in Peace momma, ♥