What would you do?

Would you be proud what you done in life?

This is written in memory of my good friend that was riduculed to the breaking point because of his last day.

A hypothetical plan before death.

Short story.

A poem that I was inspired to write, after I read about 2012.

I was thinking one day about whether the people around me would realize that I love them if I wasn’t around anymore.

This was written in a dark time last autumn. It was right after a suicide attempt, and I was still planning on doing it. I was alone and it seemed everything I did was wrong, and things would never get better for me, and they’d be better without me.

A short story about a day that change my life.

What you can take with you.