A little story about my death wish at 23

A little story about my death wish at 23

27 December 2012

“I’m 23 and I have a death wish.

For the past several years I’ve been saying ‘I’ll never live to see 24’, and now on the eve of my 24th birthday, I stand to be proven wrong.

I went to the sea and told it about my problem and it sent a few waves to try and solve it. They attempted to tear my limbs off, but alas! I am still here. At least I had a good wizz in the ocean. ‘Take my pee you useless sea,’ I thought as I struggled to my feet. The ocean floor was much closer than I thought.

The previous night I also stared at the sea, but in a less challenging way. I felt overcome with emotions because I don’t know what I’m doing and how to be enough. I’m also terribly disappointed to still be here.

I guess I should be grateful. If the good die young then I guess I’m not that good. So long to that idea.”

This is a journal entry from 27 December 2012, it made me laugh so I thought I’d share it. If 23 year old me only knew what was to come! How did you feel when you were 23? (For the record I’m very grateful to be alive, I still haven’t figured out exactly what I’m doing but I know I’m enough now.)


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