Divided

Divided between what I want and what i should do. I should stop thinking about you and saying things without knowing the situation your going through. But still I want to be part of that journey everybody calls life. Blaming only myself for being such a stupid coward as to not say anything when I had the chance. I keep dreaming of what could have been, and just waiting to see if I get another chance to say those things. The saddest thing is that I keep waiting even to see if you left even one word in this stupid thing, but for me even one word is worth waiting.

Death

What a horrible nightmare, me being killed by a bullet on the right side of my head. Don´t know what it means but i don´t feel so bad now when i think about it, actualy to be calm after a dream like that is the thing that scares me. I feel like i´m embracing death, not just as a part of life but like a normal thing that anyone can do. Now that i acept death i can keep on going in the way of those grim reapers that take the life of those they want to.