I know this is outlandish but I think the point marking the beginning of my untimely demise was a few months back. I'm slipping away so quickly I don't even seem to care. If I were to predict how I die it would probably involve fire. At least I think that now after my recent runins with flames. I tried to change my path god I tried so fucking hard. But if the hands of fate are placed around my neck, how could I ever get loose?
I have been dreaming lately that all of the bad things in my past are attempting a resolution. Hah. Like I could change the past. Maybe it's my subconscious way of preparing for the end.
Even though I still hold a glimpse of hope that interprets it to mean there will be radical change in the near future. Keep on dreaming.
