mom doesn't want a plot when she dies so instead im' gonna have to take her somewhere beautiful where she always wanted to go and spread her in-between the snow & the mountains where she'll drift away as tiny burnt particles & i'll never have to see her hurting again. the ulcer will eat at the flames the same it did from her nervoussystembrain & she wont have to feel in pain for when i open up my veins she'll be gone.
mom i wont do it til u are in the air i wouldnt put another dye job into your hair & i dont believe in god but i think he'll put a hand over your eyes and say "yes she's doing lovely yes she's doing beautiful & you will see her when she dies" while knowing its all lies