desperatemeasur

Blackness.

Thats all there is.

That and the fear. Which comes and goes. Its getting easier. Its becoming real. The idea of it. I have the grasp. I get it. I think.

Maybe this IS it. Maybe its over. And I just don't know? No. That can't be right. If it was over, I wouldn't feel this fear. This pain. Would I feel anything? Would I be thinking?

...

Where is he? Why did he just leave me here? What does he want...

Im going to die. I don't WANT to die.

No. Fuck that. I have do things. I .. have to call my Mom. I have to work. I have to.. feed my cat.

I HAVE to live.