I mustered up the courage to write a post. Usually I just read and reply to others, but I’m giving this a go.
For awhile now, I’ve been dying in my dreams, sometimes I’m killed, other times, I just give up. The struggle isn’t worth the fight and I find myself falling to my death or drowning. Everything becomes slow, and blurred, carefree and eventually fade to black.
I imagine, maybe that’s what it’s like to die? Even if it was more painful, I don’t think I would mind it.
I’m 25 years old… 25. Next year I’ll be 26… and I have completed nothing. My whole life has […]