Know what? Fuck everybody. I have been through more than most people on the planet and I’m only 38. I didn’t ask to be here to be born into perpetual trauma.
When I saw this I instantly burst into tears. I want to do this but I can’t, I feel like I wasn’t good enough for them to love me. I know I’ll struggle with this until the day I die, maybe one day I’ll be strong enough to let go.
Each individual has their own life story and we only get a glimpse of that even for our closest loved ones. Maybe it’s just me.
Or maybe we all need an abundance of joy, love, fulfillment, and peace...essentially an infinite amount of all of these.
Everybody who has had to die alone because of this fucking virus...how do you fix that? How do you fix the world or the universe so that it makes sense?