F*ck this sh*t! I'm done!

I'm cautious.
It's in my nature. I make decisive choices based on the amount of risk that appearas to be present. I usually end up regretting the coward's choices. I just woke up from a dream-no a nightmare.
I was dying.
Of what is of no importance; the only thing that was, was that I had 6 months left. I have no real fear of dying. It's just another process in life. I do fear the things and the people I would leave behind. The things I never will do or the things I never went for, in fear of losing it. I saw my family, all staring solemly down at me. Pity was in their eyes. I had seen me telling some of my friends. Others I chose not to. It would hurt too much. But the hardest... I woke up in tears. I saw myself telling my best friend.

That was my wake up call (no pun intended). Life is too short not spending it the way you want to. If I die tomorrow. I want no regrets. I want to be able to die with the knowledge I did everything right for a change. I want the knowledge I won't be leaving anyone behind.

If I die tomorrow, I want my life lived to the very f*cking fullest.