My aunt died in her 20's just a few years before I was born.
I thought I was too good to die till I had my 20'th birthday.
For the past 5 years I've never felt so vulnerable.
I feel like I'm living on borrowed time and that's why I work my ass off toward my ambitions. If I didn't have this fear crawling up my spine every night, i wonder if I would've just become a lazy stoner on welfare.