I am haunted by the memory of my life.
Though it does me no good, I cannot help but remember my last moments. They replay over and over again in my mind along with the question... What could I have done differently?
However, that doesn't matter now. None of it does. The past, my life, my death, it's all meaningless in this place. I must focus on the present.
I don't know how long I'll keep this journal, but I see no reason not to.
Because I cannot date these entries, I will simply number them.
Perhaps it will help focus my thoughts. Perhaps it will be nothing more than a diversion.
Perhaps it will keep me sane.
1 comment:
I'm a concerned abot Thad. I think he's a little depressed.
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