I have a list of things I want to do before I die, and more than 70% of it is already done or in the process of making it. Even those things that I thought I would never be able to make. Is this a sign that I’ll really die in January?
God for once wants me to leave. After so long, you sick and twisted entity.
I don’t want to start a new semester in the uni, I’ll kill myself before that happens. I fucking hate that place.
But for now I’m at peace.