I'm Kaylee. 20 years of age. I am open minded and closed hearted. I lost my best friend May 2014 and my life will never be the same.
I’m not scared of death. Not when I have something to look forward to.
"There is room in the song for you."
"Oh, I’ve sort of got a song of my own, thanks."
Please talk to me. Tell me you aren’t just in my head. Please tell me you aren’t gone.
Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains,
no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
I went to Vegas for my 21st. It was fun, I had a blast. I wish you could of been there. Fuck we would tear up that city. Its not fucking fair dude, you are supposed to be here. I got Cody a job, that way he can pay for your sister and well it’ll be nice having a familiar face that knows you and will let me talk about you. She is still that stubborn girl I love. She knows what’s best for me. She is strong. I can hear you both in my head everyday. I can hear the advice you’d give her. The shit no one else sees, I can almost see it. And she calls me the fuck out all day in my head. We miss your cheesey rice. We miss you so fucking much.