I swear if I die by the tree that scrapes against my window at night falling down and crushing me. . .I’ma be a little mad.
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Okay I’m going to be a lot more than mad. I mean if I die, I hope it’s flashy. Honestly who wants “crushed by a tree” on their gravestone? That’s not epic or interesting at all, I wanna do something, even if it’s just eating forty bowls of ramen in under an hour. Although knowing my luck I’m probably going to die by an infected paper cut.