I was just talking to my roommates today about how I feel like I might actually be fine with passing away. I won't do it to myself nor do I wish to die right away but when my time comes I just want to go on quietly if possible. I'm sure I'll have regrets but that's just inevitable. The only thing that scares me, however, is the thought of my mother grieving. Doesn't matter to anyone but the mindset I have formed towards death is such a far cry from what I use to feel just two years ago, like I couldn't wait for it to happen even tho I was scared to die, the pain was bigger than my fright. I'm glad I didn't try to hurry the process
I was worried before I read the story bc everyone in the comments were crying but happy NOW that I read it myself I'm in foookinf tears but so happy they're so cute tf