Through it all, I was honest and true to myself.
I experienced what it was to truly love someone without any hesitation.
And I reckon there was about 17 months of that.
My thoughts on life at the moment:
Nobody aside from myself will ever care about me in the way I need.
I will die alone.
And the most I can hope to get out of life is to really experience everything in it.
My legacy, my cultural work and all the lives I've touched are just proof of my existence, not reasons in themselves to keep living.
I am ready to live. God almighty, I am so ready to live now.
(It smells like a locker room in this computer lab. We need some ventilation in all this perspiration.)