Dying. Every night I think of dying.
What? Can I not think about dying?
Everyone dies a bit every day, you just don't know when your time comes.
As I lay here, I cannot tell you how many times I've thought about death throughout my lifetime or even this month.
It is December 2022, only 15 days into the month.
I hope Death consumes me sooner rather than later.
But only after all the good things in my life happen.
I don't want to go out with a bang, I want to go when no one is watching.
On my own terms.
Hopefully in 20-30 years, but if sooner, I'm okay with that.
I've come to terms with death, ever since I was 12.
It will be okay to let me go.
I'm okay. I'll be okay.
Goodbye
