My name is Brent Alex Walker. I’m 17 years of age. This ‘was’ my personal Tumblr. Not anymore. Thank you to everyone who followed me and loved the work I did. To everyone who followed me that I knew personally and didn’t know this was actually me. I’m sorry. Goodbye.

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I wasn’t always there but it doesn’t mean I don’t care. Whatever it was, I’m sorry for not being myself. For everything ending this way.

This chick Marla Singer did not have testicular cancer. She was a liar. She had no diseases at all. I had seen her at Free and Clear, my blood parasite group Thursdays. Then at Hope, my bi-monthly sickle cell circle. And again at Seize the Day, my tuberculous Friday night. Marla… the big tourist. Her lie reflected my lie. Suddenly, I felt nothing. I couldn’t cry, so once again I couldn’t sleep.

There are things about you that I like. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re… spectacular in bed… But you’re intolerable! You have very serious emotional problems. Deep seated problems for which you should seek professional help

I know these times are hard and I feel this too. None of that ever seems to matter when I’m holding you.

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