Prologue

It’s only 2 days away. My 21st birthday. It feels like jut yesterday it was graduaton day. I know it’s supposed to be a happy day. I just can’t stand the idea. It all just means nothing. what will be the outcome? how am I supposed to know if I have been “good?” it’s all just a matter of perspective at this pointl it’s like when you realize the fear of death is the only thing to fear...