I am going to die soon. I can feel it. It's this sort of dread, I guess, that kind of sits in my chest. It started a few days ago. The weirdest part about it is that I can see how it happens, when I close my eyes. I can picture it so, so clearly. I'm not scared. Sad, a little, but not scared. Some days are worse than others. Most days are... Not good. Not anymore. I don't remember much of my childhood. I think I gained consciousness at, like, 12 or 13. The few memories that I have from before then are not the best. I was molested in my youth by two of my family members. This happened for a couple of years before it was caught in action. I've been out of a job for a bit. I don't have to money to go to college, and besides, picking one career means not choosing a million others, so I am sort of locked in this ugly in-between. I don't know who I am or even who I want to become, but I guess now that problem is solved for me, huh? I pray that the next life is kinder to me.