Confessions of a Misfit: When the Day Comes

One of these days I won't be around. Nobody will ever be able to text me. Or call me. Or come to my house. Nobody will be able to tweet me. Or like my picture on Instagram. None of the above. When that day comes, people will be really sad they didn't spend time with me when they could. Really sad that they didn't take advantage of the opportunity to show they cared. When that day comes people will all ask themselves how come I didn't tell them how I felt. And why didn't i let them know I was sad. Or they will ask why I didn't go see a shrink or something. When the day comes when I no longer exist my brothers will wish they put more effort into our sibling-ship and that they didn't treat me like shit. When the day comes that I no longer exist my dad will wish that he spent a little more time with me in the few months that I lived in the same state as him again, as opposed to spending all his free time in ohio, the state I just left, with my mother. When the time comes that I'm not around my mom will wish she actually listened when I talked instead of making the conversation about her again. When the day comes my students will wish they had listened to me a little more and appreciated how laid back and chill I was about stuff. When the day comes all the guys that's did me dirty will wish they had realized how good they had it. They will wish they had treated me better and wifed me when they had the chance. When the day comes everyone will realize the mistakes they made and wish they could take it back, but it'll be TOO FUCKIN LATE !