Just now at church we were talking about sadam hussein's death. He wasn't given a specific death day, but he was given the period of his death. So he didn't know when he was ever going to be hanged. The prison people would wake him up everyday by beating and kicking him, tell him he's going to die, bring him to the hanging place, and leave him there. Then, they'd bring him back to his cell. They'd do this every day, till his ACTUAL death day. MENTALLY TORTURE that guy. Sadistic. But in the end, he got hanged. He died, eventually.
What I'm going through is mental torture too. I can't see my future. I don't believe I'd live that long. When people start telling me about the future, my response is.. 'We'll see if I live that long.' Cause you know, just like my life, things are unexpected. You won't know if you'd be alive tomorrow. For all you know, you may not be. I may not be here. Lost faith in myself. That's all you need to die. These unexpected things that keep happening can really piss and frustrate the hell out of me. Make me question my existence. I'm going to die eventually right. So why not now. : )
So. Don't say I didn't warn you.
She loved walking through the rain. She loved the things we can't explain.