it's so strange how other people who want death seem to be so defeated by life, when my ideal death would be at my highest point, when i have achieved something at last, before my decline.
i want to feel every worldly emotion, every pleasure, conquer all, and then spit on the illusion that is life
to cross the final frontier, death.
on a much, much more cheerful note, my significant other and i have decided that we are going on a road trip this summer! assuming, of course, that we are still so young and starry-eyed about this whole thing.
two weeks of bliss lurk somewhere in the future, where we can be nameless, others, strangers. perhaps i'll have real memories now. either way, i am so blessed to have him.