I think it would be depressing to have someone watch me die, for me and for them. I would hope that no one needs to watch that.
I think it would be depressing to have someone watch me die, for me and for them. I would hope that no one needs to watch that.
My soul is too quixotic, everyone else in the world would have to collectively decide that I should die alone before I gave up on myself. I’m definitely getting uglier but people were somehow dating me before so that probably isn’t likely to change.
What could possibly change is by the time I die will I still think being alone is the affliction I’ve believed it to be?