When I was younger I was absolutely terrified of death, to me the scary part was how it would happen. I always believed that murder was the worst way to and in a lot of ways it is. But a lot of us are murdering ourselves, including myself. We tear ourselves open with anything we can get our hands on, we are in a way doing just as bad as murder. But the difference is we’re doing it to ourselves. We burn our insides with liquor to numb the pain. It’s really sad to see that what I used to be afraid of, may just be something I’ll do to myself.
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When I was young, I had nightmares about dying. My favourites were when I was eaten by a bulldog, clawed by a lion on a staircase, and my father stabbed me in the crotch with a pitchfork. Oh, the memories.
Ive got to say the bull dogs my fav
Ive got to say the bull dogs my fav
Me too. I used to be completely different. I mean, completely. I would squirm when I saw blood. I would cringe when I accidentally cut myself. I wouldn’t tolerate physical pain, crying way too easily over a stubbed toe.
Now I welcome that pain, the blood, the cuts. Childhood was really something, wasn’t it? Sigh…
if only we could go back. I hated getting cuts as a kid. But hell now i cut myself. Its a crazy world we live in
I used to hate the thought of death. Now I welcome it, like its a person. Death comforts me. It always gives me a way out.
Exactly.
death brings me a sense of breathing fresh air, like all the weight of the world was taken off my shoulders. my death is like the old man’s water when he has been travelling the sahara for days without a drop. It is like finally finding life.