Afterthought: I do fear death slightly, but not it's not fear of death, it's the consequences. I worry that if I died tomorrow, there would be people emptying my home and preparing it for the next resident. Someone will have to take my dog to Battersea, where I've requested she be taken. Someone would need to sort my finances and make sure the right people were given the money (obviously at this point I don't have a Will). I probably think too far ahead but it doesn't hurt to prepare.
I'd much prefer to sort everything myself and then run and jump off a cliff, as crazy as it sounds.
Why are you lmao-ing tho? Ur post is actually depressing and worrying.
Growing old. The thought of being a 75 or an 80 year old person with a low quality of life is beyond frightening to me. I'd much rather be dead than endure that.
