I think they first time I started thinking about death must have been around 2009 and that time I was only ten
My dog had died.shewas lovely I tell you. A massive ray of sunshine. With her gone, I lost track of everything. My feelings, time, my grades,my friends.
Thoughts about death consumed me.
How could a living breathing being just stop? And forever? That's so wrong that's so disgustingly wrong. After all that we do we're nothing but dust.
Our memories our labor our love all reduced to nothing. As if it never happened