Like a bittersweet ending, I find myself content somehow, like I can stand back and smile at what I've done. I can look, and even with the sky errupting around me, I'm happy. Even half dead, I feel like smiling for the first time in years.
My head is clear. Despite the manic attacks recently, everything is so crisp. I don't mind the blood on my hands, I can dance around with destiny now.
Six weeks from today, I graduate college. It will finally be all over. I can finally sit down and know that it's my choice from now on. I'm guiding myself, I'm in control of everything. Not a fucking disease. Me and Kira...can finally start our lives...