Hereafter

Death is beautiful, in a way.

I'm not saying this because I want to die, or because I want anyone to die. Not yet, at least.

Seriously, paranormal romance is the best genre-ish. Especially if it is about the living and the dead (not zombies though, zombies I crey).

I NEED TO READ ARISE AND ELEGY OHMYGOSH (trying my best to get them through.... legal means before I give up)

So I just reread Hereafter by Tara Hudson for the third time. It's not the best book but it's a book that I own 8D A big deal coz I own very few books. LIBRARY IS MY PARADISEEE.

Okie bye.

you know

I really do love my family. My father, mother, brother.... They mean the world to me. Most people's nightmares are about things chasing them in the dark, or themselves falling from great heights... But my worst nightmares are where my mother is crying, or where my father has disappeared, or where I don't have a brother. It scares me. A lot. I love my parents, but I've never really known how to show it. They say all they want is for me to have a good life... So am I being selfish or not when I strive for the best no matter who or what gets in my way? And I haven't talked to my brother in so long, I have almost forgotten what it is like to be close to him. Sometimes... Memories come back and I feel... Bittersweet nostalgic.

One day... Everyone will be gone.

I am afraid to grow up for this sole reason.