Dying

I feel I should hate myself. I don't. I don't understand myself. I don't realise how judgemental I am.

We're strangers.

I didn't feel like strangers.

I go through life thinking I know everything when in fact I know nothing. I know nothing of the world. I know nothing of people. And I know nothing of myself.

I couldn't imagine an ending to this. I guess as hard as it is, I have to respect your wishes.

You can't die from a brokenheart.
You can die from a car accident but you can't die from a brokenheart.

You can continue. You can