I sit here alone and think "I'd rather be dying than still crying." Time passes by and another thought occurs "Why does this always happen to me?" As more time twists and turns around me, another thought occurs. "Why don't I just let loose of all my painful tears of sorrow and frustration?" While I sit here puzzled I realize that I am lying in a hospital bed dying and realizing howm any people really do care about what happens to me. I look back upon my thoughts from before and decide "I'd rather be crying than dying."
