My day is coming soon. I'm just living as happy as I can. I'm taking in sporting events, going on long walks, eating all the delicious food I can, and just enjoying my time the best way I can. I have no one, and no one cares for me. I'm happy about that, because there aren't any notes or anything to write. I also just draw and make beautiful (to me at least) art. I'm going to throw it all away before I go. I just love to create because it's in me. Knowing that I'll be gone soon is the greatest relief I've felt in years. Sure, I still cry because of lingering trauma. But it comes and goes. So, I just play with house money and try to live as happy as I can. I'm happy that I get to orchestrate how I will leave. I get to enjoy creature comforts before I go.