I got my hand read by my friend and the lines in your palm on the right hand tells your future. My line of life is short, and I will die healthy. I’ve thought about this a lot on how I’m going to die. I have always thought of suicide. Maybe I slit my wrists and bleed to death, it seems like the best way to go. Or overdose on my pills. Now when I think about when I will pursue it, what comes up is when my mom told me I’m what keeps her going. She told me a few years back, crying, that she was going to kill herself. Around that time I was diagnosed with depression.
Thinking that if I kill myself, my mom will do the same thing. Then I think that I’ll never get to have kids, fall deeply and madly in love with someone and marry them. I won’t get to grow old and meet my grandchildren and go on amazing adventures and grow to see what my generation invents. If I die, I’ll be missing out on a lot of things. So instead of killing myself I just decide to hope and wish that I’ll get into a terrible accident and die from that so my family doesn’t know that inside I was already dying.