[6] Days.

I have six days left.

I had thought it was a joke at first.
I had laughed at it.
I had attempeted to dismiss it with humour,
Now I know better.

I cannot ignore it,
the screams at night.

The cryptic messages left around.

The sudden change of luck.

Why I my doodling have turned out to reflect something more.

I simply can't ignore it anymore.
The signs are too obvious.
I cannot fight it.

I can only wait.




But I cannot let the people around me suffer,
I will continue to act with as much normality as possible.
I will not allow others to be affected by what is going to happen to me.
I can only weather this storm alone.

If I make it out,
I will change for the better,
I doubt it.


I have failed in my studies,
I have failed in my work.
I have failed simply too many.


In these final days,
I will make my amends.

Make my apologies,
mend relations.

But I cannot give off the slightest hint that
I'm affected by this event.

No one will understand,
No one will care.

No one will give what is needed.


I have to outlast this.
In what way I do not know.

But I will fight.
Even if it kills me.

[6] Days. It might be for the better.