I think tonight should be the night. If not tonight then tomorrow night. Just no more than 48 hours. I have nothing more to give.
I’ve always pictured myself engaging in adventurous, amazing, fun activities before I go. Instead I’m content with watching old movies and listening to old music. (I wish Netflix would work though) The only things that are weighing heavily on my heart at this time are 1. How sorry I feel for my dog. Nobody loves him as much as me so he won’t get as much attention, and also he won’t know why I’m gone. 2. Tremendous guilt. 3. How things could have been different.
Anytime that I think about the events that are soon to take place a constant memory of a popular childhood book, “goodnight moon”, seeps through. Specifically the lines: “Goodnight room, goodnight moon”. I’m saying goodnight.