I never believed that things happen for a reason.
I wanted to die without pain.
Every day, it's getting to an end. Every day, it seems a little closer to impossible.
What about the sunset I longed to witness and the sunrise the next day? What about my dreams I am trying to reach? What about them who knows me?
What about me?
When I die, I want to have left something for the world to see.
When I die, I want my ashes thrown into the sea. I've always wanted to swim into the deepest waters and see the creatures under.
When I die, I want to show my loved ones how much I cared. I've always wanted to let them know but I was too afraid to get rejected and I was boxed that I can't get out from where I hid myself.
When I die, I want to see the world because that's what I've always wished for.
But if when die, I might just want to live again...
