Man, death is harsh.

I mean death has to be a huge part of living but then living isn't that big of a part in death, is it?

I find that unfair.

So I died today, so what? Is that what you asked? Haha! How am I still writing this blog? Well let me explain, after getting home around six my tired feet dragging on the ground and my small head whirling, anger that never sufused from the day before rose up, a promise is a promise and I swore to keep it, but I'm having second thoughts. Let me list the problems:

I can't see Kyle, I just have this horrible feeling that if I did see him I would escape my small bubble of air and be exposed to the toxic.

Second, there's a leaky boat.

Third, my dad has started questioning everything I say

4. And this is, I find, the worst one, I have started to hate where I am swimming, first day and bam I'm in lane 4 WTFE(what the flying elephants)?

Alright now back to my story, I layed down in the middle of the hallyway, I didn't have enough strenght to make it to my room, I closed my eyes, and yes I was still awake but it was the creepest feeling, I felt as if my whole body weight 30 pounds more, my head was swarming with liquid thoughts that was never quite there and my heart stopped. I mean it. I could feel it, my heart just said that was enough. Then my shoulder cracked and my thoughts bubbled into Sedena, the great goddess, she mumbled words and by god I was so relived that I found when I really woke up I was lying my bed, nobody moved me, because no one was even home. It's creepy I was so washed out though that I didn't have time to think about it, I just came down and wrote. Alright I have to be off, death awaits.