This was the day.
The day I wanted so long to happen.
The day I died.
I was only 22 years old when I died.
I know what your thinking, and no I didn't kill myself.
It was an accident.
Ever since my mom told me what a burden I was, I joined a fight club.
I had enough anger built up and I needed the money so why not?
I had just finished a really big fight.
I guess I had lost more blood then I thought at the time,
I was driving home in silence.
I became dizzy and swerved a little.
Another car came and crashed right into me head on.
Everything became dark.
Before I died.
I saw a man.
The man that crashed into me.
My dad.
