If I die, I die over some guy who doesn't love love me, and over some stupid bullshit at work, and over my blog, which wasn't published, but was better than a lot of shit on the internet.

If I die, sometime next week, I still didn't spend it with you.

The aliens can't believe she's this stubborn.

NO. d WE can.

If I die, sometime next, I'm sorry I never met my real dad. I never passed calc, and there's more...