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And suddenly I was hit with a sense of my own mortality, it seems so odd that after so much depression and thoughts of suicide, that I realise my life is too short. And one day I won't be able to look up at the stars anymore, one day I won't be able to do anything I once loved, and suddenly I feel as if I am squandering what little time I have left. Strange it is, to have a thought like that, one day I won't be writing to you anymore, and that will be the end of this journal, forever...