I’m crying because a character from a book died. A stupid book that I should have never started reading. Honestly, I have no clue why I’m crying so hard. It’s just a fucking book. Just shows I don’t deal well with death. I’ve never had someone really close to me die before. I wonder what I’d do if someone did die. I’d probably destroy everything in my room, scream at the top of my lungs, and then go out and hang myself. I’m pathetic.
RIP Alaska Young