It feels strange. Being ready. Ready to do it. It’s strange because I feel calmer. Because I know that whatever is going to happen in the future won’t matter…because I won’t be here, I won’t be there to see it, to feel it, to experience it. I won’t be there. So it’s nice. It’s calm. Because the time I’m dreading won’t come, I choose for it not to come.
I feel bad though. I do. For my grandma. She always talks about how she wants to die because it’s so hard for her, and I know that out of anyone she is the one that really […]