3:28 AM, Friday, June 18th
Today is my last day alive. I don't know how I know, but I do. In twenty-four hours, my heartbeat is going to cease to exist, my lungs will stop filling with air, and I will collapse in a heap, fated to never rise again. The feeling is so deep, my bones seem to quiver with the awareness. I feel it as surely as I feel alone in this world. There is so much I haven't done; so many things I haven't had time to say. So many people I never told how I truly felt. I sit here in my dimly lit room wondering if anyone ever truly loved me. Did I waste my time chasing people who had no intentions of keeping me while the one that would have been my soul-mate stood nearby and watched? Did I break my ex-lovers heart so badly that she decided to end her life? Was it my fault? So now, I have one day to do it all; one day to figure it all out. And I'll be damned if I'm going to die without some answers.
