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I'm 24 and diagnosed with a genetic defect after I had a couple carotid artery problems that should have killed me then so yea I think about it daily now. Don't care about dieing, it's the not being able to live as I want that scares me, being in a hospital for a few days gets me jumpy as hell and pretty soon I'm checking out with or without doc permission because just sitting around waiting for other people to help me fucks with my mind.
Death is easy, it's the living that's hard.
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