But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
If I could choose a day to die, I would not choose a day of sadness and suffering. Instead, I would choose a happy day to die: a day in which I would feel fulfilled with life.
My own life.