For me, when I think of death, it is simply an escape route, an attempt to have control of my life in an otherwise unpredictable, unchangle world.

Death can be romantic, but LIFE CAN ALSO BE ROMANTIC.

When I was in high school, coming out of a bad spell of depression, I remember telling my friend as we were walking through the halls, I am still not sure if I want to go on living. And I wasn't. Somehow I came to appreciate life the way I romancized death.