of others dying
when I see it on the news.. these people got shot or what ever, I get so envious.
it's really sad, yes
but where I am coming from is this:
these people are usually people with a lot to live for, people who get a lot out of life.. in some cases, children- who have not even begun to live yet.
and I think... why not me?
i'm here taking up space, unhappy with my life and how it's turned out, yet I'm forced to continue
it's almost like a curse..
why does this happen