I look back to where my life had been. It’s always risky to think of letting go. That’s why this is the perfect ending. Nothing left to reconcile.

It’s ironic that when I was alive, all I thought about was death.

That cake tasted good. But the cake in the garbage tasted better. It was the best cake I ever ate.

I look back to where my life had been. It's always risky to think of letting go. That's why this is the perfect ending. Nothing left to reconcile.