It’s crazy these thoughts. Why can’t I just be normal ha. Last night I almost threw up over it. I kid you not I was gonna throw up over it.
I mean, we are born and die… but what if you could live forever, would you? I know I would. I know my depression gets better of me sometimes and I wanna not be here but mostly the not existing is a scary thought. Because what happens after death? I truly believe at this moment…
Nothing.
So yeah, scary thought. Can I just jump into one of my books and be some bad ass angel or something? Could I please just know what happens? Is there hypotherapy for this shit to stop it consuming me? Because I can’t live like this.