Was I good enough? Of course not, I mean who is? If people were in my head for more than a day, surley they would lock me away. The selfish things I have done make the time slower as I self reflect. Picking myself apart, and yet trying to build myself up. As I’m already falling it seems pointless. I don’t know what’s worse, knowing I’m going to die or having so much time for thought before I die.. Are previous actions a result of a faulty parachute? ill either never know, or I’ll find out very soon.