Let Me Die

Let death come for me. I feel done. I don’t know if that makes sense to anyone out there, but that’s how I feel. Life can be so upsetting at times. Upsetting and overwhelming. I don’t know which is worse if I’m being honest about it.

I’ve always wondered what it would be like to die. Stare death in the face as he comes to take my soul wherever souls eventually go when we leave this existence. But dying comes with a price, that’s experiencing dying. I have a fear about dying. I fear the actual process of dying. I don’t want to feel death. There’s a term for being obsessed with death and fear of dying. It’s thanatophobia.

So that’s a thing.

It would be nice not to worry about dying. I don’t know how to do that. I see life in a very black and white methodology. It’s not for everyone, not everyone sees life that way. But that’s how I see life. Kinda strange? Maybe. Perhaps not. Eh, it’s a thing. I don’t know how it all works, just that’s how I live life.

But what’s living life exactly? I’m not sure if I’m qualified to answer that question. It is a question I ask myself a lot of most of the time. It’s just life, I guess. Maybe life wouldn’t be the same if everything could be counted on. I doubt that ever works though. Death and Taxes are the only things to be counted on in this life.

Life isn’t fair most of the time. I don’t understand why that is. Life is complete bullshit. Let’s just call it what it is. There’s no way around it, life will stab you in the back. No matter what you try, it will come after you and stab you when you’re least expecting it.

So just let me die. I don’t want to exist anymore.