Clinging lastly to denial.

She shot herself in the head lastnight.
She was my cousin, and I loved her very much.

Had I known...had I known...
I would've tried to save her!
Reached out at the very least.

*breaks down*

Why didn't she come to me?
I would've swam an ocean to help her!
THAT'S WHY SHE DIDN'T COME TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!
She KNEW I'd talk her out of it.

Who am I to deny anothers misery!?
Despite the beauty of life and being alive.
There is this monolithic colossus of tragedy, pain, and suffering.

Who am I to deny anothers pain?
Love..
I understand your pain.
But I loved you.
Tragedy upon tragedy is living, knowing that you have to be brave, that...more times than not, you are fighting your way through it, and fighting for the people that love you.

I'm not ready to admit that I admire you yet.
But in time, I know that I will....