When I was little...
16 months ago
I wanted to die with a sword through my chest, like a knight in one of my storybooks or stuck through with arrows like Baromir in Lord of the Rings (every time I see that scene, I still start sobbing). Well, I’m sure it’s painful as hell, but it’s just the idea of fighting to the death for someone or something you believe in.
Well, people don’t die like that nowadays so I should get over that, but, I’d still like to die saving someone, like
jump in front of a bus to push a little kid out of the way. Something like that…
