One of the craziest feelings is knowing you’ll be dead by the end of the day

I consistently held my own life in my own hands regularly.

No ties, no belts, no pillows, no pills—nothing has stopped me yet.

Now I want to grow older—but not old.

Now I want to love—and be loved.

Ultimately my life will always be in my hands, but it feel less and less like a fiery burden as time drags on.