I've been thinking funny thoughts lately,
Like, if I die right now, what would happen to my stuff?
Would my family go through my room? My phone? My laptop?
Would my parents pack my clothes? My siblings? Their friends?
Who would find my body? My roommate? How long would it take her?
I've been thinking about who would be sad about it, made a list and everything, outside of immediate family, some friends, co workers. probably no one from school, I don't really know anyone from there well enough.
Still, too many.
Everybody's so much more fragile these days, more prone to depression. The shit piled up so high you never know what would be the last straw.
I don't want people to care. it's a lot of responsibility, being cared for, just as much as caring for others sometimes.
I'd rather die alone, not be an inconvenience nor a burden, just disappear with no consequences.
My death should not hurt anyone else, how I wish my death could not hurt anyone else.
