I keep thinking if something happens tomorrow and I die.
I will die in this invisible life.
Without having experienced normal.
Without getting the credit and recognition for what I have worked hard for.
Without meeting Ginny.
My words will live on.
But I won’t experience normal.
I was going to die in September 2024.
The only thing I cared about then was wanting to be with Ginny.
That’s what matters to me.
I don’t want to die now.
Not now.
Not yet.
I want normal.
I want normal with her.
I’m so tired of living this way.
I’m so tired of waiting.