Please take note...

Yesterday, while Logan and I were sitting on my bed playing Pokemon, he suddenly stopped, winced in pain, and put his hand to his chest. After a few seconds, he let out some air, and went back to his Pokemon game. I stopped and kept looking at him. That stance was way too familiar for me to just let it go like that. "Logan, what was that?" I asked him, he shrugged and said sometimes it hurt. "Your chest? Like your heart?". he said yeah, he continued with his game. He then said that it's been happening for a while, and it only gets worse. I just kept looking at him. He noticed and said what. "Logan, that happens to me also. It's not good." He went back to his game again and repeated that it was nothing new. My family didn't believe me when I told them that I had chest pains. My mom said it was growing pains, she had them when she was younger to. I probably should have been more specific on which chest I meant. I told her I had heart pains, it didn't matter though. It was all in my head. It won't be all in my head when I suddenly die of a heart attack one of these days. I thought of what it would be like if the pain got too bad for Logan, he would surely tell mom and senior, and they would of coarse take immediate action. Then when I get the pains again, they'll say that I'm just doing it for attention.

Oh btw, I know that my closest friends know, but, should I die before my time (take this seriously, and no I'm not suicidal), I want to be buried with my guitar ear rings (bitches) and my blanket (hoes), and THIS IS IMPORTANT (!) I want my casket to be the color of my hair and glossy enough to see your reflection on it. And on the inside, I don't want lacy crap, I'd rather have silk. Oh, I know nobody will care after I die, so put my photo albums with my cat pictures in with me. That way nobody can throw them away. Besides, I'm the only one that appreciates them, so this is my way of protecting the pictures. I didn't take them for my health! Oh wait...I did. luff ya!