These missles aren't meant for me but I still deserve them
27.03.2026
This is WIP. But just to get to the point - this is a goodbye. Hopefully a fake one, but a goodbye nonetheless.
I don't want to leave this world without saying goodbye, especially if it's out of my control, which it is.
I love you all, and there's so much I want to still do in this world, I want to help people so much.
But I understood it too late, everyday now I may die from a missle that will hit my home. I'm scared. So scared.
I love you all so much. All my friends, my peers, anyone that cared to show it and wanted my success. I love you.
For Aliss: I don't know why my feelings usually evolve into this obssesiveness, I call you it yearning but I don't know if that's how it's seen from the outside, but, I really like you, and I still want to ask you on a date whenever I will actually have the oppurtunity to do so, I hope that around September I will be able to.
You're so freaking cool, I love you fashion and your sense of self. I had the most wonderful time I've had in years, with you.
Thank you.