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SuicidalCurryBoy
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- Aug 22, 2020
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It took me till I was in my late 20s to realize this was not normal.
Specially for a child.
It's a weird feeling, because my own death, and the death of my family was simply something I was looking towards. It seemed idk... it seemed like an event. I think that's the best way to describe it.
When I was around 13, I saw this kid who used to come to my school. I hadn't seen him in years(?) at that point, and I had forgotten all about his existence, specially since I was getting bullied to oblivion.
It was cancer. And he only had a few months to live...
And I didn't feel sad or scared... I just felt envy. I remember thinking... 'I wish that were me'
Because it felt like... if I had cancer, my existence would be acknowledged.
Even now I keep thinking... I wish that were me.
Specially for a child.
It's a weird feeling, because my own death, and the death of my family was simply something I was looking towards. It seemed idk... it seemed like an event. I think that's the best way to describe it.
When I was around 13, I saw this kid who used to come to my school. I hadn't seen him in years(?) at that point, and I had forgotten all about his existence, specially since I was getting bullied to oblivion.
It was cancer. And he only had a few months to live...
And I didn't feel sad or scared... I just felt envy. I remember thinking... 'I wish that were me'
Because it felt like... if I had cancer, my existence would be acknowledged.
Even now I keep thinking... I wish that were me.