Someone asked me "Are you afraid to die?". After hearing that all kinds of things started to run through my mind. My good deeds and my terrible acts. Heartless words I spoke that I wish I could take back. Or even the people who died that I wish I could bring back. Or the fear of my soul not being on the right track. Honestly, I'm gonna sin again in five minutes. Every day I wake up is just another day of me sinning. When I look in that Bible almost everything is a sin. I try so hard but will I ever make it in? I'm not truly sure if I'm afraid to die. I just know that I haven't seen enough in life. And there are so much things that I gotta make right. There are so much words I have yet to write. But I can't run away when it's finally that time. All I can do is accept that I've met my demise. My only hope is that God will remember me, and save a place for me in heaven where I can spend my eternity.
