I spend a lot of time trying to figure out what happened on December 8th, 1992.

May 3rd, 2012

He said I love you for the first time tonight…but he spelled my name wrong. I’m pretty confident I’m the “Lilly” he’s talking about though. I’m the happiest Lily in this world right now. :D

Dying.

The date was February 22rd, I woke up to birds chirping outside my window. It was just an ordinary Wednesday morning, except, I almost died.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them I saw little balls of light floating around in the bathroom. I blinked several times and each time they returned. I felt the weight of a thousand bricks piled on top of my heart. Leaning over the marble sink, I took a good look at myself. My face changed from red to purple to blue, as my breathing began to slow down to the point where I was not even breathing anymore. I remember thinking, “Oh, fuck. I’m dying.” So my first reaction was to reach for my cell phone. My fingers went numb as I was struggling to text a friend explaining that this all was a freak accident, that I didn’t mean to actually die. I pressed send and collapsed onto the carpet floor. I laid there next to the sink thinking, “What if this was really it?” My eyes began to shut and I was at peace. It felt like a century, but a few seconds later I was able to regain my breath slowly. I felt my phones vibration so I rolled over to grab it. My friend had called to see if I was okay. At this point I started to gain feeling once again in my fingers and toes, the weight felt as if it was lifted off my chest, and my face went back to its original color. I answered the phone and told him I was okay. The End.

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