Beginning of the End... and I'm thinking of dying.

I looked at my calendar to find out that there are only two weeks before I die and the end of the world begins...

(wait... why am I saying that?)

So as I was saying, I looked at my calendar to find out that there are only two weeks, not before I die, but the end of my world begins... emotionally.

Eventually, I started to head to my bed, and writhe and cried (...) because good life will end in two weeks. Hell. Like, two weeks isn't enough for me. I still got duty to do before I die. I've still got unfinished work to do. Oh God, PLEASE DON'T LET ME DIE YET!!!

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Erm... Okay. So the bottom line: life sucks... literally.