Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Undone

In the hospital last year, when the voices were telling me that I was dying, I was gripped with a feeling of complete insignificance.

I had done nothing with my life. I had wasted years, never reaching my goals. Never even finished college.

I still feel that at times--it haunts me. I could die today or tomorrow, and leave so many things left unsaid, undone.


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