The thought of living really scares me a bit. I'm sixteen. Of course I want to live , but since I'm probably going to do it for a lot of years - maybe- waking up in a skin every morning that won't last forever and almost be forced to do things - it makes me kind of crazy. My surrounding won't last forever and I'm afraid to be seperated from the people I love. I can't rest in my own mind, my own body since I know it won't be my " home of forever" . I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of the existence. I can't neither find a reason to be happy or sad, since it deeply doesnt really have a meaning for me. It has, but it won't matter when life's gone. I try to tell myself that there is a difference " thought of living" and to actually "live". Well, but it doesnt work anymore. I have got this unbearable thought on my mind deeply almost every second now for a week, and I try to forget it since I once could, How can I ?
2007-03-28
03:02:27
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