Note.

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.