I stood on the edge of the balcony of my hotel room. 16 floors up. Top floor. And I wanted to jump. To fall. I wanted to know how it felt to die, to be no more.
Then I got scared.
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Fear is good fear means you are alive you mever get to feel dying because you arent around to feel anything ever again
But you see, I’m so curious about death, and it wasn’t so much a fear of dying, but a fear my life wouldn’t end up meaning anything. And it was a fear for the person who found me. It was a fear that people might care, and a fear they wouldn’t. The fear was never of what happened after I hit the pavement an my body was open for my spirit to be free, it was the fear of everything else.
Curious doesnt mean wanting to die i am dying and am curious where i will go or what will happen but i dont think i want to find out yet
You’re dying?
When I read this I thought of a little gremlin kicking your shin and going… “You p*ssy!!!”
That was a joke, but in all seriousness it does make me rather curious what would happen if someone found my body and what people would say about me… things like that sort of keep me up at night. Just look at how some people react to other peoples suicide. Some people become famous and others just even more misunderstood than when they were alive.
Death touches people in many different ways.