She says, " Why cant this day be over with? ". Yet I just want to know why tomorrow must come. Knowing I will be alive another day is just another problem worthy turning numb. The sum of it all turns out to be nothing while you pretend that you may be king. Thrones upon thrones you'll always be prone to at least something, even when you lay in a coffin as bones. It's discouraging to say that everything will be okay one day, because when you die without saying goodbye you owe a debt you can never pay. It's as simple as telling your friends that you truly love them for existing whether they are online or from real life. Telling my future wife, now a mourning lone-soul, that I struggled with this fixation on lying about not wanting to die. Thinking of death is killing me, and those dreams of yours are fulfilling every unpaved road possible which are in my way. So when the day is in our wake of which I lay in a grave, don't cry. Since I feel as if I'm already dead as a pile of bones, I really don't know what to say.
