i think about death all the time, like a religion, like a god. death is heavenly —— eternal. nothing and everything all at once. i am not bitter towards life; i do not despise it. but death is simply a fitting end to something such as life.
i became good at pretending. i became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.