Disillusionment - Matthew Daddario

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Dear Matthew,

Remember when we were about 14-15 and I was ready for death to take me?

Ok that sounded really dark so I'll elaborate.

You brought me ice cream when I was sick and confined to my bedroom and were completely 100% convinced I was dying.

You saw me all curled up in a snotty, contagious mess in bed and was convinced I was going to die, leaving you, as you put it "all alone in the world"

You started planning my eulogy and everything and with how shit I was feeling I just went with the flow. I welcomed your planning of my funeral.

Even though I knew I'd be better in two or three days.

As sad as its sounds, that's one of my favourite memories with you.

I'd accept death at this point.

From Ivy.