i'm still breathing.

"life is not something you can predict. it is not a novel where you can just... flip to the end and see what happens to each character. whether they die, whether they get over the turmoil in their lives, ... whether they end up happy or in despair for the large part of their existence. life... you just have to go through with it. you have to live it. you have to accept it. you have to somehow find that assed up flicker of light in the dark cave we all breathe in. so to hell with it. i'm still going on. and you're coming with me... whether you like it or not."
-Isobel, Rae.

so as i write this letter and shed my last tear

know it's all for the better that we end this here

let's close this chapter, say one last prayer

but don't say that you loved me