Where The Lonely Ones Roam
Love is a game with no rules. I love you to death.

Sometimes I wonder how much love my heart can bear losing. I wonder why it hasn’t broken yet. I wonder how it got to be this way. I wonder when it was that this became normal. Most of all I wonder when it was that I accepted the fact that you will kill yourself and never even realize it.   

You can do this. I can do this. 

Feel better soon all of you. Three injured boys!