Gangrene

That strange and foreign feeling when you know the end is close, but you suddenly don't want it any longer. The lust for demolition of events, projects and yourself becomes dull and reluctant when you're actually put up to face it. A face of sick green tinge, a most terrible unibrow and fuzzy lip. Not by any means a thing you'd like to come in contact with. It seems more appealing to remain on one side, father away from it, than to walk by it, at one point stopping right in front of it. But once it's past, you need never look back and see it again. It won't bother you unless you allow it. Ready or not you're prepared and fully aware of consequences and strifes that will appear later on, they must be realized. I don't know if I understand, or even need to, to be able to go through with any of this. I have a personal reputation to uphold, and while social ones shan't be affected, I know I would absolutely kill myself. If this doesn't go 100% perfectly, and I don't manage it effortlessly, I may not come back.
I have time. For once, it is all I have.