Dear society

hi. I'm lynn.

and i do not appreciate today's society.

i don't appreciate the fact that Asher Brown was found by his own mother.

i do not appreciate that in the fourth grade was when it started for Seth Walsh. He also had to be found by his mother. 

i don't appreciate a lot of things today.

[in the words of Joel burns,

you will get out of the household

you will get away from those who don't agree.]

i like to read six billion secrets

and pretend, hey.

i could know someone who posted one of these

i could help them with this. i should help them with this

i will help them with this

and i don't

because i cannot.

i like to pretend,

that hey.

my sister is incorrect.

there is no danger in the surgery

and that for the love of god

will you have some faith in modern-day medical technology?

he will survive

there will be no complications

our family will not lose a member.

he is going to be perfectly fine.

and i pretend that some nights i don't cry myself to sleep because in the back of my head i believe my sister. 

everyone gets sad sometimes

some people act on it

some people don't

if you ever think you're going to act on it

please

think of your mother.

if there are two things i want to keep from my childhood until when im old

are these two items.

one if a bear, with a little noise-maker inside i've had since i was a baby.

it's tattered and old, but it's mine.

and another is this quilt my mother made me.

you know that feeling when your heart pulls itself out of your chest

and the back of your throat burns?

love can be painful sometimes.

remember the power rangers?

the blue one was gay.

people think i write for some crazy reason.

i want to get noticed. i want to get famous. i want to make money.

want want want want want.

this isn't a strip club.

i don't want anything.

i write because i like to think of things that are better or worse

--lynn