Okay, so I know it’s supposed to be 1 post a day but I need to get this out too. I’ve just been thinking about how hard it is to live – and how hard life is really. But death, it’s such as easy escape. It would be so much weight off my shoulders. It would be all of my problems solved. And for me especially, I have so many ways that I could die like to be honest I should not have the “luck” to be alive today. I could die from eating a peanut, having an asthma attack, cuddling a horse, eating as much wheat as possible so that I get cancer, “accidentally” have too much of one of he medications I’m (btw, a couple hours ago I slightly tried to overdose but it didn’t work, I’ve just got a fast heart and shaky hands), or god knows what else I could do, become a smoker so that I can get horrible and scary asthma or get cancer or both. Who knows really, but what I do know is that living is so hard and dying is so easy, especially for me.