Gena's gone.

i'm staring at this panadol tablet that's in front of me contemplating whether or not i should eat it. contains 500mg of paracetamol. it'd probably taste really bad and give me a headache afterwards, but i'm going to eat it anyway. none of you know who she is, and sadly to say i don't either. i've been reading her stories on quizilla for months. i never had enough courage to send her a message, a shoutout, or some sort of 'get-well-soon' message; even though i knew she had cancer. i knew she only had a couple months left. we all knew she wasn't going to make it. i'm thinking to myself that i should've done it. i should've told her she was a great writer. i should've told her who i was. she's gone now and all that's left is an abandoned profile page that'll never be touched again.

i guess i just wanted to say one more thing, as cliche and cheesy as it may sound. do it. whatever it may be? telling someone you love/hate them, doing a sky dive, get your nose pierced, get "FUCK THE WORLD" tattooed on your forehead. it doesn't matter. all that matters is that you enter and leave this world being you, with a big smile on your face, saying "i was always me, i've done everything i wanted, i have no regrets and i'm happy."

<3
sorry.
rip gena.