I'm not scared of death. I'm not worried about "what comes after?" because in my mind, I don't deserve to go to heaven. I deserve to rot and burn and suffer. And strangely, I'm not scared of an eternity of pain. But I'm scared of losing here and now. I'm scared to think that I'll never fall in love, true love, and have it requited. I'm scared to think that I'll never be in a legitimate relationship, at least one that's not a secret. I'm scared to think that I'll never get married and have children. I'm scared to think that I'll never see the equal rights movement win. I'm scared to think that I'll never drive a flying car or own an iPhone 37. I'm not scared of my past. I'm not scared of heaven or hell. I'm scared of lost opportunity. I'm scared of a million different futures disappearing, ones where I'm happy. Truly, absolutely happy. So you ask me, "if you want to die, why don't you kill yourself?" And I'm telling you, because I'm scared.
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Short Stories And Such
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Some are fictional, some are based off of my own life. I guess I'll just have to leave you to imagine. Disclaimer: As with all poetry, not all of these are about myself and I do not c...
