My summary of life is simple and blunt. Unfair, crazy, busy, and at certain times beautiful. I'm normally cursing life because so many things happen to me that I feel are unfair and unjustified. But what's the point in complaining? I'm not going to kill myself so I might as well keep going and shut up.
But you can't really define life without defining death. I'll be honest with you, I'm frightened of death. Death scares me. Thats it. Plain and simple. I'm scared of death because not only do I not have my life planned out, I also don't have my death planned out. What will happen to me when I die? Will I go to Heaven, Hell, or will death be like a bottomless pit I fall in and I won't awaken? I don't know and I won't know until it's too late.
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Death,Introverts,and Life
General FictionLife would be great if everything was perfect and everything turned out right..but it would also be boring. Come along with me and I'll share my experiences with you.
