"The thought of you is eating at my bones, every road leads to your face Maybe leaving you was a one-way, bad-bet ticket to a cold, dark place" #diarypost #empty #sambarber #Lyrics

My little brother was the most ambitious person I knew, the only 19 year old boy I knew who always wanted to better himself. He kept journals, and would detox himself from social media just because. Everyday was routine and he always created goals for himself, 5 days a week spent at the gym no matt