I can’t die. Not anymore. I used to … I used to die a lot … it seems so long ago though. I suppose I should be glad … dying is a bad thing, right? You’re not supposed to want to die. Well I don’t really know if I want to. It’s just that it’s weird that I haven’t died for such a long time. And I had some things that should have made me die. Not too many, ok … but still. Much more insignificant things used to make me die. I guess I kinda miss it … in a way … I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t read so much in to it. Fuck it … I’ll die some day … and I’m not really looking forward to it. Not because of the dying itself but rather because of the reason that will make me die. And it will have to be a fucking good reason by the looks of it. Why the fuck am I writing this anyway …