stupid is what i call myself.
life sucks.
i predicted my own future, and it's funny to notice that i didn't even know it was me.
the day was weird from the start, since i got the call that you were in the hospital.
i ran and ran, without any fuel within me, making sure i was in your hospital room at all times.
room 235.
it's funny, that was his hospital room too.
never mind that, though.
i sat in that chair, holding your hand to make sure you weren't leaving on me.
then i discover that i will be left alone for a long time.
a very long time.
i don't know what this exactly is.
but all i know is that i feel lonely.
life is terrible, and i'm an idiot for not knowing it was me who told my own future.
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