I think about death, at least once every hour. I can't believe I'm just like everyone else. Growing up has been hard to me. I was oblivious to the harsh realities of life as a kid, I felt more like a cartoon character than a real person. When you're very young, you don't think about mortality, at least I didn't. but Then the reality of life (or death) slowly revealed itself to me as I grew up.

Now I realize, I'm just like everyone else. I'll live and I'll die. I'll grow old, get sick and die, or some unnatural cause will cut my life short.

Sometimes it depresses me, other times it temporarily 'liberates' me, I go through short bursts of 'I'll do whatever I want, life doesn't matter!', and then I sink back to "what's the use? why fight? Life doesn't matter". There's a constant battle raging in my head.

I love pets. Dogs, cats..... they convince me that life is worth living. That's why I spend a lot of time with them.

I'm sorry if my post causes anybody any discomfort, I'm feeling really horrible today, and when I saw this thread, I just had to post.