A woman lays under her blanket, covering her face, with a cup of coffee

Okay So Why Am I Always Thinking About Dying?

A woman lays under her blanket, covering her face, with a cup of coffee

I’ve come to terms with the fact that I might be obsessed with dying. Not that I want to die, but that I prepare for it at every turn. I think about how depressing it would be for my parents and friends if something were to happen. I’ve rehearsed what my last words would be if I had the chance to choose them.

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