I love death. Now that phrase alone can get you sent to a nuthouse. But I'm not talking about the devil worshipping, cult sacrificing type of death. I'm talking about THE DEATH. As in the person, a.k.a my asshole of a boyfriend. There are no sacrificial sheep in this story, or exorcisms. There's just me and Death. This isnt a school girl story about how I fell in love with Death, this is the story of how I almost died, and lost everything I love in the process. This is my story, I'm just not around to tell it anymore. ALL RIGHT RESERVED©