most writers start from the beginning, describing the contents of its book and introducing the audience to its characters, however, the story of my life begun at an end because my fate was sealed before me and bound to my soul forever. I've always known how it was going to end and no psychiatrist or therapist can tell me otherwise.
I don't quite know exactly why I'm certain of this, but in each variation i've witnessed of my life, it always end the same way, simply severing my ties to the physical realm to disappear into nothingness both quietly and peacefully.
I wouldn't say I'm suicidal but I know that wether it be in a month, year or a decade the end is set in stone no matter if I like it or not, and I will wait for that day silently, until I can finally be free.
