all dressed up

Unequivocally I regret the time spent on the porch. Sitting. Pondering. Contemplating. I’ve never been one to dress up or down. My family being who they are, will inevitably be there for me in my passing. Not dressed up or down. However, they don’t understand who they expect me to be. I’m a loser. A fake. A fraud. Death is my only true companion. And I welcome her with open arms.