October, 18. 2020.
Days get shorter, and time gets cut. Thats what they say. They say that you expierience this phenomenon when you are going to die.
February, 24. 2023.
I am going to die.
I dont know when and i dont know how. But it's soon i can feel it.
The dreams started recently. Normally i dont sleep all that much because my days have shortened. But when i do, i dream of a better life. It's always the same setting. My old childhood house, my mom and dad resting on the porch swing and my little sister running around the yard. It's my most precious memory. The dream is the same most times i sleep. Sometimes though i dream im drowning. And no matter how hard i swim up the water just keeps getting deeper.
February, 25. 2023.
My end is near.
They say that when you know youre dying you tend to give up faster. I didnt. Honestly i just kept on living.
No one is really here to miss me.
February, 27. 2023.
Ive already said goodbye.
There wasn't anyone really to say goodbye to. Though giving my cat to my best friend to "take care of for a while" was the hardest thing i think ive ever done.
Ive been able to convince people im going on vacation. This is the easiest way to say goodbye.
March, 1. 2023.
I do end up leaving.
I take a vacation. But not the one you think. I drove a few hours down state to see my old house and visit old memories. I stand right where i stand in my dream and for a moment i see my family having a wonderful time.
March, 10. 2023.
Im dying. I can feel it.
March, 22. 2023.
This is my last entry.
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Short stories
ContoSometimes i write short stories to clear my mind of whatever intense emotion its feeling. They are pretty short and some might be longer than others but im hoping for at least someone to find comfort in these just as much as i do Ill add more storie...
