I have had every intention for my first post to be, at the very least, a tad bit cheery. I would not have minded a bit of wit and humor to be thrown into the mix, but I'm not a hard person to please. I don't find it in me to attempt to convey any of the aforementioned. I know, in my heart of hearts, that I will come to regard this post with the most foul of sentiments, but sometimes, the item on the very end of your list is the one you need the most.
I woke up feeling entirely abominable. The loathsome state in which I found myself was not entirely physical, as much as it was metaphysical. Although, upon further reflection, the fact that I've managed to sleep no longer than the measly sum of three hours might have had a hand in that.
I have been thinking, more often than I'd like to admit, about drafting my will. I have already decided who to entrust with its safekeeping. I have picked not one, but three people, other than whom I find nobody worth trusting.
There are two problems with that. I, as of you yet, haven't started putting into words that which my heart desires. Not even a single words in all the days this task has been haunting me. The other problem is that I'm not sure they would take it as seriously as I do, or that they might take it too seriously. After all, I understand what a burden the request I intend to make might impose.
I don't know how I will go about things, or if I'm actually going to go through with this eventually. I want to write my will in the best and thoroughest way I can. Not that I'm feeling especially morbid, but you never know. What I'm sure of is that, if I happened to meet my demise ever so coincidentally and without prior appointment, I'd like to be able to say certain things to certain people.
I don't know if anyone, other than myself, would read this. If you, random person, are reading this, you may have noticed I have a slight flair for the dramatic and slightly sappy. I apologize for having inflicted such a vice of my person upon the innocent public. However, and as it runs in my veins, do not expect a change of heart any time soon. Perhaps a change of mood, however.