2 days ago I went with some friends to a mountain called Igman. I went for a walk, it was a very gloomy weather. I walked all the way to the forest, I got inside and it was really dark. Good thing I was a bit scared. Cos what if some wild animal comes and eats me?
I was afraid. So I like living, if I'm scared of dying.
It does matter, to me, if I'm alive or dead. For months now I didn't care if I die.
I'm not sure how much I care now, although dying in the forest doesn't sound so bad. Was it the pain I was afraid of?
Don't know.
Don't wanna know.
I live.
That's all.
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