Delicately Dying 1I had a great life. But I wasn't a great person. I was a teenager, normally confused about who I want to be. Who I liked and what I didn't.Delicately Dying 1 by XLunar-FoxX
Sometimes I wanted to die. I don't think that's odd if you compare it to other teenagers. It's a very suicidal time in anyone's life, really. You can be the happiest person in the world on record, and have at least one time you felt there was never any hope or love to ever come your way.
Grief is a jerk, to say the least. It comes without warning and tears you apart mentally and emotionally. It makes you never forget the things you wish you did. It makes you think more about the things everyone tells you never to think about.
I think death related thoughts consumed at least 35% of my mind. And sometimes more than that. I had many dreams about death, me dying in particular. I drowned a lot and was burned a lot. Those were my worse fears. Burning and drowning. I hated swimming. I had very weak lungs, so I didn't get along with swimming too wel