Where did I go wrong? My whole life, all I've ever been is a disgrace. I don't care about anything and when I do by some chance do care, It doesn't last long. No matter what I tell myself, I know the truth. I'm selfish and I always have been.

I have internal thoughts about change, but then I immediately change my mind and laze about. When I make someone suffer it doesn't affect me, and not even their tears can change this fact.

Now, when I've finally decided to do something good with my life for a change, I'm hit by a large truck. I am constantly losing blood and I feel, this is just the effect of the bad karma I've collected over the years.

Here I am dying for a little brat who wasn't paying attention to the road. I can't believe I risked my life in order to save them. I haven't even reached age twenty, made something for myself, or even had a girlfriend.

What's this white light? I feel warm all over, and I feel calm as hell. I really hope that's not where I'm going. Well who am I to care anyway. I've never cared about anything before, so why start now. So this is the end, well doesn't matter because I've already accepted my fate...