The anticipation of tomorrow is choking me.
There are a lot of things going on around me, but I still feel like I'm alone.
Than again I think I always was.
Well maybe not always.
Mostly though it has just been me all by my lonesome.
Especially over this summer I guess.
I hardly leave my house.
I don't want to get sick and die now that my immune system is pretty much dead.
Dying from a disease isn't the cool death I picture for myself.
I'm either dying cool or committing a rampaging suicide.
I don't see dying from old age coming.
The older I get the less I expect from life.
The less I expect the more boring it becomes.
The more boring it becomes...well I assume you get the picture.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks this way.
However evidence would prove otherwise.
I just got a call from my doctor.
They don't think my body can handle another session so soon.
I'm rescheduled for next Monday.
I'm half excited.
Maybe I should invite someone over or something.
That might be fun.
I'm done for now..
My mind is becoming clouded..