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What’s the point why are we born just to die? I’m so scared my stomach hurts and I have to convince myself I’ll be okay just to open my eyes again I don’t want to die I’m not sick (besides my rotten gallbladder courtesy of my maternal grandparents) or necessarily unhealthy I’m a little overweight but nothing crazy in fact the woman in my family live insanely long so I probably will too but I don’t want to die or grow old I’m so afraid my great grandmother is 100 and just watching her the pit in my stomach grows I don’t want to be like that forgetful and frail I’m not religious and I don’t take comfort in death I wish I could but I treasure my life so much I want to look at beautiful things and people and movies and shows and listen to music and play video games and read comics I’m not particularly good at anything but I love to draw but what will any of that be worth when I’m just rotting in the ground I saw another post like this before but I had a mini panic attack reading it so I didn’t read anything of the comments I want to be peaceful now not in death. Sorry I didn’t use punctuation I’m crying.