/lit/ - Literature

>>3375275
Sometimes but then I become cynical, such as "Ah well, when I'll be 80, I wouldn't even care that much". Death is not really an issue.
Sometimes, I also tell myself to kill myself the day I can't work anymore. See, all I want is work, right now. When work eats away your life, your free time become golden, and you cherish it like your own child. What worries me is that my life will probably be like that forever, until retirement, and then what? Write obscure theories about aesthetics until I die?

However, my mind broke when I was 7. I started to burst, suddenly. My father asked me why was I crying and I just said "I don't want to disappear forever".