Chapter 32
Everyone dreams of doing things. Impossible things. Things that you know you will probably never do or see in your life. Making you just so much more depressed when you are thinking about death, since thinking about death means taking inventory of the things you never got to do and will never get to do in your life.
I have a bucket list too. I guess everyone does, whether they call it a bucket list or not. Things they want to do. Places they want to see, before the inevitable happens. I’m no different. I dream just as hard as any other guy my age.
I take a good hard look at the piece of paper stuck to the wall with a thumb nail. I guess I shouldn’t have stuck it in that way. It ruins the wallpaper and there is no way that my foster dad will thank me for it once he realises I’m gone and left him a hole to repair. Not that it really matters. Not much matters at this stage in any case. All that matters is the list and the things I need to do before I die.