fairness my ass.

i need to write. but what am i supposed to write about. a weights on my chest but i don't know what the weight consists of. the major thing is...

it's not fair.

that's it. it's NOT fair that my mom died. it's NOT fair that my cousin died. it's NOT fair that i struggle with anxiety and ocd. it's NOT fucking fair. why can't it just be FAIR. why do good people have to die, why do good people have to leave this earth, WHY. i believe He has a plan for me, something good WILL come out of this all, but sometimes it's fucking unfair.