On the day I'm suppose to Die, i think I'll wake up early.

Doubt it.
Doesn't that sound poetic? or should i say pathetic? It seems to me that even on the day I'm suppose to leave this place i'll still manage to sleep past my alarm clock, and have even less time to savor the flavor of life. Well, this is my proclation. "Today October 20th I will do things I've never done, say things I've never said, and be the man I've always wanted to be."
Fuck those who hold me back, I'm smiling, so smile back.