Even When I'm Gone

I've been thinking about a lot of things, about life and death, and I've been ignoring all the signs. It's been all around me, I knew something was trying to warn me about something, about death about something bad that was going to happen. Something is going to happen and it's going to happen to me, why didn't I see it before? I'm going to die! Literally! I can't believe I didn't see it before! I'm going to be murder or die of cancer or get eaten by bambi like thumper!

Okay maybe I'm just over analyzing things a little too much, I mean it could be fortelling good things in my future or I could be just crazy. Why does this have to happen now?! I mean everything has been going great, I've been getting good grades, studying for tests, doing homework, having a social life and I even like someone new! But NO, I can't be happy I have to die! I don't wanna die!

What the heck am I talking about? I don't even know if I'm going to die, I'm just basically guessing the whole time, I'm just jumping to conclusions and being way too overly dramatic these days. Or maybe someone is going to eat me! Like how bambi ate thumper! Okay I totally have a great explaination for that really weird sentence and I swear to allah that I wasn't high or drunk or anything like that, I mean I was in school for goodness sakes!

Okay dude, in the Media Center (Library) today I took a midol and my friends were saying how I was taking drugs and stuff and then I sat down because I had a huge headache so I was like, okay I'll take some midol. Then I started to mess with my friend and tell him that there was a talking mushroom behind him and then I went on pointing to a random table and screamed that Bambi was eating thumper on the table and how gross it was and I was really annoying today.

Then I went on about how donald duck was chasing me and my friend was getting chased by a dildo and she was putting tic tacs down my shirt and stuff and I threw tic tacs at my friend while he was reading a book. Then I told him that my history teacher was going to come out of the history and eat him if he asked him a question and then while my friend was trying to calm me down he actually came out and I told him to ask a question.

Then while I was waiting with my friends for my mom, I shouted the entire story out to everyone a lot, like five times in a row.