Sometimes I find myself thinking about how ironic it would be if I never got to do all the things I've planned. I've had the main events in my life planned since 5th grade. So far, I've stuck to them pretty well. Sure, there were some unforeseen obstacles, but I figured out my way around that. But the only thing I can't get around? Death. It's inevitable. It'll always catch up. It could be just a few minutes from now, or a few hours, or a few days. The point is, you don't know when it's coming. The future isn't guaranteed, and I know I've said that before, but I realize it now more than ever. What if everything I've had planned goes to waste? All that hard work and time I've put into building a future is just gone in a snap? Was it worth it?
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Thoughts and Feelings
Non-FictionTRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, ANXIETY, ETC. Welcome to my brain on my darkest days and nights. I'm warning you, it's not pretty, so continue at your own risk. This involves questions I find myself asking on a daily basis, rants...
