On second thought, sickness is setting in again. I do not think I’ll stick around to see how this story ends. I can’t take this pain anymore. I fantasize about dying and it makes me at peace. Nothing about death scares me when it comes to myself. It’s simply the act of dying that does. But that doesn’t last long. Not nearly as long as the pain I’ve endured. If reincarnation is true and I end up coming around again, then so be it. Yes, I know there’s worse out there, but it’s hard to see in the midst of so much loss.