A Desperate Plea To The Universe...

I love him. All of my differences and frustrations seem so petty in this light. Please, R, do not leave me. I cannot live this life without you. If you leave, just take me with you. You were the one that was supposed to drink and smoke and have a hooker a day until you were 93. You promised you wouldn't smoke crack until you were 85. I love the Velvet Hammer....please do not die. I will always be your biggest fan. I promised you I would be strong, and take care of everything and hold you if you had to go. I cannot imagine trying to breate without my evil twin. Why couldn't it be me?