What's scary isn't dying. What's scary is being forgotten.
Scoffed at this statement. I'm already forgotten anyways. So what am I to lose if I die, isn't it?
Nothing matters. Life doesn't matter. People don't matter. I don't matter.
Why do we have to suffer? What is it that makes us continue wanting to live?
I truthfully would like to know.
What is the point of having anything good, when it all rots to nothing. Heck, nothing is good. Most of the time it rots to something bad. And we all know, bad vibes are more prominent than good vibes.
I know who I want to be. Positive. Have nothing to worry about. A person that brings joy.
But life isn't letting me. I hope the world would just forget me. At least I won't need to go through anything bad anymore.
I once said that if there are more than 5 people that are not family that comes to my funeral. It's a win. But at this rate, I don't care anymore.
I've already forgotten who I am. And I don't even know how to find the corpse of my old self, to properly hold a funeral, to say goodbye to.
She's gone.
I'm gone.
Before anyone has forgotten. I'm the first one to have forgotten. So what is there to fear?
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