Me

July 14th (pt 2)

I am slowly dying. I don't have a way to reach the people who can save me. I only have this and I doubt these are getting published. I doubt they are getting read. this is my journal. this is a recording of my innermost thoughts. why would I publish this? perhaps to let you see what I deal with. perhaps to prevent myself from dealing with it all by myself. I am dying. but not quick enough. the only reason I'm still here is because I still have things I want to do before I leave.