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In my early morning e-mail exchanges with Cadp, the topic of death always comes up. There's never a bad time to think about death if you're me. I'm scared of it and resent that I have to die. And then I spend weekends in my room stretched on my bed in lonely agony, still craving my life but squandering it.
It really hurts to lie down like that, so often I'm driven to taking myself out to dinner. I always treat myself nicely. I order whatever I want and don't chide myself for having dessert after a fatty meal.
The phone rang and I had to get it. Now I can't remember what I was thinking when I started writing this.
It really hurts to lie down like that, so often I'm driven to taking myself out to dinner. I always treat myself nicely. I order whatever I want and don't chide myself for having dessert after a fatty meal.
The phone rang and I had to get it. Now I can't remember what I was thinking when I started writing this.