I left the party early so I died and as this might not sound as a good thing to write or talk about, it actually is. It is one of the best things that could have ever happen to me.

While my body was crushing over itself, my arms were bending in strange angles and my vision was becoming blurry in just a fraction of a second, I started to think of you, about all of you guys. Everyone. It wasn’t my life passing in front of my eyes, it was the memories of us trying to remind me that I still have something to live for, cry for or even die for… But I still died. I’m already dead, talking and writing about memories instead of things that are actually happening.

It came out of nowhere, came fast, strong and unstoppable.

While my blood was covering everything so fast that in other times it would seem impossible I realized it is the best thing that could have happened, I realized who I am by knowing who you are to me. I realized, like I’ve never did before, how good it is to be alone and why it is, or was, better said, the best for us, the feeling of being the loneliest person on earth. I have no biological family here and that suddenly also became good in many ways even when right now I can only remember one of them: you are alive, you all are actually able to read this or would be if I were able to write about what just happened…

I left the party early so I died and I’m glad I’m writing about it because it means that you are still alive and that I still have a reason to do so even when I have no place or body nor mind to do it.