Continued I wouldn’t really mind if I died. I’ve seen everything I want to see, learned everything I want to learn, etc. If I died right now, I’d be okay with it. Naturally, deep down, I’m afraid to die. Everyone is, no matter what they say. I don’t want to live, but I don’t want to die, I kind of wish I was in some kind of limbo. Forever. I already feel like that most days, like I’m not alive. It’s hard not to when every day for the rest of your life will abide by the same cycle. I’m tired now. I’m going to sleep. I love sleeping, especially with my cat beside me.
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