Struggling to fight my morbid side, that’s what I call it. Still holding strong or so I hear. I feel like I’m flailing all the time. Barely in control but maybe that’s what I want to think.
Death comes slowly but surely. All I have to do is wait. Till then I’ll give it somewhere between 60 and 80 percent.
Take care all.
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Ah, not unless you’re cursed with immortality, then you’re boned. What’s got your morbid side inflamed if I might ask?
I’m not even sure. Life is just seeming useless lately and I want to keep trying to make plans and stick to them but it’s hard to focus. you know?