So it’s officially the 12th, which still leaves me four more long days (sigh) but I’m rather excited the end is coming, slowly but surely. It’s a fitting end tho, or at least in my case the old saying stands true (live by the gun you’ll die by the gun) an I’m fine with that. As my hours count down I swear I can hear death calling my name, but y’all probably wouldn’t understand. It sounds so sweet, I get to shed all my struggles an sin I’ve been living in
Death = freedom
And that brings a true smile to my face