I'm worried I might actually die die soon. Hope not, because I want to do some freeswimming. And like ride this world out till my mom and friends don't need or want me anymore. Not like. Sorta die and take another strange trip through reality. Like I have been. And this isn't like the sudden existential grasping at redemption or the afterlife with religion.
My cats own me though. They are acting really funky around me and possessive, attention seeking. Like sitting on my chest and sticking their nose in my face. They seem mad I might be gone soon or something and that I'm not spending allllll of my time with them.
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