So I'm not really young. But I would welcome death. I have no suicidal thoughts (I'm not that brave) but I would not dodge death if it were presented.
It seems to me that life is about anticipating the future - thinking that there is something worth living for. It doesn't feel that way. Once R and I separate why on earth would I want to carry on? I love having him to talk to,to cook for, to be with. If there is no one to share life with, what's the point?
Sorry - a bit dark tonight.
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