Rot
I find myself suddenly terrified of dying.
I'm not old enough to pretend that I'm wise, and pretend that I have come to grips with the fact that I'm hurrying along towards a grave. I'm not old enough to say that I'm comfortable with the fact that I'm dying, cause we all are. I do not think "I'm going to die, better get used to it, quit whining about it." I just don't usually think about it much, and not thinking about it could be always construed as acceptance.
All of a sudden, I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. More precisely, I don't want to die within the next ten days. I don't want to die before I get to college.
2000-08-21, Rot
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