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College

Summary:

So, I'm gonna die 🙃

Tags, rules, grammar, allat. Literally see you never.

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I don't think I'll make it to college.

I'll tell people "I'll just go to community college, to hone my patience!"

I'll tell people "I think I'll be either wait staff or a barteder"

I don't know if I'll even make it past fifteen.

I almost didn't, twelve.

I have a plan for thirteen.

 

I don't think I'll make it to college.

Not that I'll flunk out or that I won't get accepted.

I won't live long enough for that.

I wonder if I'll ever have the displeasure of going to highschool.

 

I'm scared I won't make it to college.

That the pills and acetone will be too much.

And I'll take my final rest on my birthday.

 

July fourth, 2025, at 23:50, I'll be gone.

And I'm so sorry to the future I made up.

And to the friends I say goodbye to.

That my final breath with be age the ripe age of thirteen.

 

I want to be spread.

Coqina beach. I want my ashes spread there.

Atop my grandmother.

My uncle.

My grandfather, soon.

I want to be spread and disappear.

To be nothing but an ugly piece of sand that a four year old tries to eat.

To be nothing.

I'll never get to plan what college I'll go to.

Chapter 2: Alive

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Alr, so I'm alive! UBC has managed to bring some will to live back, and I'll be seeing a therapist, so I hope to get better. Expect some new works in a few days!

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