The tentation of saying 'bye' has been so present lately. What kept me alive ? Her, I guess. I realized, if I happened to be done with life, I may not be seeing here anymore. Can't live without her, she's my fucking everything. So yeah, I'm done with being done. I'm done dying inside. I'm done suicidal shit. I'm done wondering what heaven's like. I'm done fearing. I'm done crying. I'm done suffering. I'm ready to live.