How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you’re alive, unaware that one day you will die.
However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn’t escape death: It would get us all in the end.
We all know we’re one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it’s not happening.
My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn’t there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it’s gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it’s crap.
He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.
My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn’t there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it’s gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it’s crap.
You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.
It’s okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don’t know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.