When my time comes, I’m having none of this lets all wear bright clothes and remember the good times crap. I want a miserable funeral, with lots of rain and everyone in black and preferably someone throwing themselves into the grave onto my coffin screaming ‘take me with you’.
I don't understand how you just pour every bit of emotion into everything you do. It's tiring. It's draining. And not only do you do it, you expect everyone else to. Then you get upset when people don't, because you think they don't care. Not everyone has to freak out over every little thing like you do.