the THIRTEENTH of SEPTEMBER, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

i died approximately five weeks ago. well, i began dying.
i rotted, decomposed for three weeks.
three weeks of all encompassing, white hot agony.
and then... nothing.
i woke up and it was all gone.
i feel nothing. i feel absolutely nothing, except rage,
and the ice cold tips of my fingers wrapping tighter and tighter around my own throat.
i am a walking time bomb. tick, tick, tick.
if you get caught in the crossfire, am i really sorry?

take me back!