what I'm experiencing is clearly an erosion of my moral fibre

shit's serious man. I don't know if everythings over yet but if it is, happy birthday, merry Christmas.
ten things.
one:
writing means more than anything else to me. everythings easier with a blank sheet of paper and a pen. words come easier, explanations find themselves with hardly any thought. it means more than anything I've ever come across.
two:
life is short in the grand scheme of things. everyone wanders around searching for a destiny, but in the end we all die. the utmost fear , death, can't be avoided. so why does everyone try to put it off for so Lon. well I know why. everyone knows why. we're scared. I am not scared any more.
three:
I miss being young. the best advice I've ever been given is to enjoy my youth. unfortunately that's not possible. everyone wants to grow up too fast. we do it no matter what, and we'll all always regret not enjoying our childhood
four:
something terrible happened to the English language when abbreviations were created. words used to be used in an artistic manner, in a way that fully aroused and took over the mind, but now english has been massacred into a meaningless pieces of crap. my writing is an example of this.
five:
although the English language has suffered, there is still nothing better than writing the words that mean the most to you.
six:
one day, if I ever get old, I hope people remember me in a good way. I think in my mind that I'll live wondering about the impact I've had on other people. scary that I may never know.
seven:
if I ever attain the courage to go, I will be gone in a second. I love people. I really do but there's more than just people in the world. sometimes the beautiful things don't make up for the ugly. sometimes its all just brutally drownEd.
eight:
there's only so many bullets in a gun.
nine:
fuck the police
ten:
words run out.