[WARNING. THIS IS A VENT NOVEL. DO NOT JUDGE THIS OR YOU WOULD BE INSULTING MY SOUL. THIS IS BASED OFF OF MY RECENT EXPERIENCES.] { Wedlityn } Stuck in limbo. Am I wrong to be thankful? I could've d_ed yesterday. Or the day before that. I'm safe now, but these terrifying thoughts run through my mind to remind me... The Grim Reaper is still sitting on my doorstep. Just waiting for one slip-up. One 'too late'. One 'oh no!'. One wrong thing. Just to be let inside. He'll torture my soul before sending me to burn in the depths of [heck]. Down there, we'll play hopscotch together as my tears trail down my face onto the burning ground. Evaporating instantly and leaving a salty taste on my lips. Am I wrong to be thankful? So many people were born and d_ed yesterday. I am not one of the latter, but it feels like I should've been. Why was I the lucky one? Am I wrong to be thankful? Every action has a reaction. A sacrifice was made so I could live today, tomorrow, and next year. I live to see it all. Am I wrong to be thankful? I should already be six feet under. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? IT FEELS SO WRONG TO BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW. Am. I. Wrong. To. Be. Thankful?
For @-Mr_Duckington- . You told me I should become an author. These stories and weight sat in my heart and they have been let free. Thank you.
