Death and it's thought
I want to die.
Not in the depressing way or the mental way. But in the curious way. I want to die so that I can meet God and have all of the answers to life's little wonders.
But I don't.
I don't want to die. I have so much to look forward to that I can't just give up my soul now. I can't sell my soul to hell and fly up to heaven. I have people that will miss me. I have things in life that to me, matter.
But that's just me.
I don't think I'm bipolar but I might have a little condition that allows me to go from 0 to 100 back to 0 very quickly. I don't call it bipolar. I call it showing my different sides at the same time. Or letting the devil hang with the angel. But that's just me. I don't feel the need to be one way with everyone.

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RandomBugujifi...not a word. I know. So I've decided that I'm going to be writing my feelings like this is a diary. Except, it's not. It's an easy way for me to get some stuff off of my chest. And to be completely honest, I don't really care what you thin...