How old are you?
And I feel so sick again tonite, another question would be, how old do you think you could be when you die? 15! And as always when like this, are totally alone in the human world. Dying seems more of a possibility when this bad, cos it ain't as if I can pick a phone up and call a doctor for medical help, as they don't have a clue what to do when I've done so other times. And so it can run its course, without any medical intervention to stop or halt it. I'm heading back to bed till this has passed, if it does. Whether that will be a short while or a logn while, only the Lord
knows. I have a bat flying round my room, every time I look at it full on, it disappears.
As for this brain, that has been both my blight and delight in life in many respects, I'm with Mr Feeble-mind:
"Since I have nothing to bequeath to anyone, what would be the purpose of making out a will? As for my feeble-mind, I'll leave that behind me, for I'll have no need of that in the place where I'm going; nor is it worth giving to the poorest of Pilgrims. When I'm gone, therefore, I desire that you, Mr Valiant, would bury it in a dunghill." [Mr Feeblemind as he prepares to cross the river--Pilgrims Progress]
O DEATH, ROCK ME ASLEEP
Anne Boleyn
Death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest,
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
My pains who can express?
Alas, they are so strong;
My dolour will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
Alone in prison strong
I wait my destiny.
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Should taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
Farewell, my pleasures past,
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torments so increase
That life cannot remain.
Cease now, thou passing bell;
Rung is my doleful knell;
For the sound my death doth tell.
Death doth draw nigh;
There is no remedy.
You Are 15 Years Old |
15 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax. |
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