[damycles]

Today I Found a Body in The Woods:
5/10/342

It's a strange thing, mortality. It's always there, inevitable even. Nobody can run away from it. If the gods themselves can feel pain, suffering, and ultimately meet their demise, then what hope is there for the average folks like us stuck on the floor? I can't even imagine the worst that could happen to us. I mean I can but, I'd rather not. But here I am. Doing exactly that.

Death is frightening. I don't care what philosophy or religious shit you put in my face. Nothing will change that fact. It's an end. Not a new beginning but a poignant, final, end. I feel like a healthy fear of death, is not only natural but needed. But that doesn't mean you should run from it. Honestly, I feel like accepting it, is fucking bullshit, but running from it is also bullshit. It's gonna happen, but just because I know it's going to happen doesn't mean I have to fucking like it right? Which honestly, is why I hate it when something reminds me about it. Puts it in my face and forces me to think about it.

I found a body in the woods today. [strike]God writing that fucking sentence alone just makes me want to[/strike] It wasn't a pretty sight. I don't know how it happened. I don't know how I got there [strike]it was just I just happened to I was just in the area I was just doing that fucking fuck I just[/strike]

I was riding through the woods. I just wanted to get some fresh air, have a good time. Then I saw something. Honestly, it was a flash, a glimpse. I thought I saw something, rather, someone. Someone familiar, a friend maybe, or more likely an acquaintance. [strike]God, maybe I shouldn't have looked[/strike] I decided to investigate right away and, well that's when I saw them.

Tri she was, I mean maybe not a friend. Acquaintance is a better word, I think. I didn't really well, know them that well it was just, you know they were around and we talked I guess and... none of that fucking matters. God, I didn't want to see her, no, I didn't want to see anyone like this just.

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Her body was on the ground. Parts of her were dismembered, parts were strewn about, and she was leaking fluids. I gathered up the pieces the best I could and brought them to the hospital. I put on a calm face. They needed a calm face. I messaged Gwen, she got there before me thankfully. I handed Tri and her parts off. I trusted them to take care of things and I left. I left. I just left her there. I didn't do anything. I didn't help I just. [strike]Shut up.[/strike]

I went back to the scene of the crime to look for something. I found nothing. I went to the square to forget. Fhree kept asking questions. I went to the bar to distract myself. Calie and Walter were there and I had to tell them about it. I stayed at the bar to lose myself. Somebody came in with the fucking small talk. Maybe luck is real. Maybe mine's just shit. [strike]Why does this house feel so empty?[/strike]