I'm gonna be 24 in October. I am still on the process of accepting it. I really want to die at my current age since it's a great number. I guess it's not gonna happen anymore. It's far from happening. I got my second dose for Covid-19 yesterday. I'm not putting an effort into dying. I'm doing the opposite. I've been working out and taking vitamins. I try to eat a balanced diet. I'm not dying any time soon. I guess I'm fine with that.
It's 1:32 am. I'm having anxiety. I slept most of the day because I was suffering some side effects.
I am trying to type here now so I won't get into disorganized thinking. I had a caption in mind for the profile picture I'm going to upload on Facebook for my birthday: "Kinda loathe my existence. Here's to 24 years of it, I guess."
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