Vaporizing the dead flesh
I thought to myself that this post seems a little dark, but then I figured I would just go with the initial inspiration. I do that a lot, second guess myself. Agonizing over what I think people might think of me for posting, yet not being able to resist the urge to share my thoughts. That’s me, weirdly obsessed with the fear of dying. Maybe the fear is what makes living so good. Maybe not. Maybe it is actually shortening my life because I’m always stressing myself out over it. Either way, I’d like to try and stay alive as long as possible.