I wish I was f****** immortal. How can I feel this longing for eternal life but at the same time want to kill myself?
Maybe it’s the feeling of not being rushed that I crave. I want time to travel around the world, experience pain but not die from it.
Go to a university without the worry of not having enough time to pay off my dept.
Be that lady who lives in the forest with her pets and has a herb garden. That lady who know one truly KNOWS because everyone who did died long ago. Yeah it might be lonely but I’ve always liked animals better than people anyway.
People abuse you, they use you, they bully you.
Yeah some people aren’t so bad but why risk that betrayal?
What’s the f****** point.