Scrolling though the Homestuck tag is a terrifying thing. You gotta sift through all the garbage to get anything good.  

 I’ve always heard that knowing you have a short time to live is the worst feeling you could have. Although now that I know myself, it really doesn’t feel that bad. 
 I’ve told myself all my life that if I were to die tomorrow I’d fly as free as a bird and do some things I’d regret later on, if I lived to feel it. I don’t really feel like that now. There are so many things I’d like to do, but I know that they are quite impossible anyway. The way I live my life now is just the way it was meant to be written by the Fates, perhaps, and I don’t wish to change a bit of it. 
 It is sad, though, to talk about birthdays or Christmas’s that you know you won’t be around for. How life will just go on without you, long after you’re gone. I don’t think dying is a bad thing, perhaps just a thing to be a bit nervous about. You never know what lies ahead, behind a curtain that not a person can tell you a thing about now.