
PrincessInWhite
I just want to sell out my funeral
- Feb 21, 2019
- 640
it sounds silly, but even as I grow closer and closer to making final arrangements and realizing a lot of the things I hoped would change don't seem likely to, I still find myself clinging to bitterness that this is the way it has to be, and thinking of all the things I'll miss.
I'll miss my dad, my brother, my grandma, my partner and a handful of close friends. I'll miss my pets. I'll miss little things like grocery store trips and good tv shows/movies and listening to music. I'll miss the seasons changing and christmas lights and even nights spent on this chat, smoking a bowl with friends who understand. I'll miss reading and writing and eating. I'll miss warm showers and comfy beds and pretty sunsets.
it cracks my heart open that it has to be this way. It kills me that those of us not strong enough to survive in capitalist societies have no safety nets and no other choice if we can't manage to find something lucrative that we're also good at and work like dogs 40+ hours a week. I envy the ones who can make it work. I envy thtose with stable families and situations who never had to turn to unhealthy ways to cope that destroy the body and mind.
I hurt. I am sad. I am grieving my own life before I'm gone.
I hope reading this made anyone feel less alone, even in a small way. Feel free to keep the discussion going.
I'll miss my dad, my brother, my grandma, my partner and a handful of close friends. I'll miss my pets. I'll miss little things like grocery store trips and good tv shows/movies and listening to music. I'll miss the seasons changing and christmas lights and even nights spent on this chat, smoking a bowl with friends who understand. I'll miss reading and writing and eating. I'll miss warm showers and comfy beds and pretty sunsets.
it cracks my heart open that it has to be this way. It kills me that those of us not strong enough to survive in capitalist societies have no safety nets and no other choice if we can't manage to find something lucrative that we're also good at and work like dogs 40+ hours a week. I envy the ones who can make it work. I envy thtose with stable families and situations who never had to turn to unhealthy ways to cope that destroy the body and mind.
I hurt. I am sad. I am grieving my own life before I'm gone.
I hope reading this made anyone feel less alone, even in a small way. Feel free to keep the discussion going.