It all started, ever since the ending of my seventeenth years.
Before I always wanted to end my life.
Until that night, when my brain FULL ON woke up and gave me previews.
Previews of DEATH.
Scariest **** ever!
It gave me different feelings and ways off dying.
It was terrible.
(Imagine this)
Your memories starts to fade,
as your heart slowly stops beating,
air running out slowly,
just simply the whole systems is shutting down....
then STOPS!
As I'm lying there covered in sweat I realized, that life is precious.
Like OUR TIME IS TICKING FAST!
We better make something of ourselves to at least be remembered by a good amount of people.
Because in the end, we're just really a tiny portion, compared to the whole ******* universe.
So to all whose reading this.....
STOP COMPLAINING OF HOW '******' YOUR LIFE IS!!! MAKE YOURSELF THE BEST YOU CAN BE IN THIS WORLD! SO THAT THE LIVING CAN CARRY ON THE MEMORIES OF YOU!!!
If you don't, then when you're at your dying point of you life,
you don't want to go out like a  **weeping little *****, do you now?