So I thought about death today again. It fascinates me, for I really do wan’t to find out what the “other side” is like. Maybe it would be better than this, or maybe it would be the definition of absence, the exciting this is that you don’t know. I think, it has to be better than this, this constant sadness, these feelings that deeply confuse me, the unknowing knowledge that life will improve or that it will not. Knowing that no one truly cares about me makes it even better, because there is no one to hold me back from it. People say to purposely die is selfish, but aren’t humans constantly selfish by nature?
