I don't want to live past 75.
Why? I don't really know.
Maybe it's because I've seen what happens to so many people as they age. You become helpless, dependent, like reverting to being a baby—but this time, an adult one. And let's be honest, most people don't like that.
It feels like you're a burden, and do you know how it feels to think your existence has become a weight on others? It's horrible—truly horrible.
I've witnessed elderly abuse, and it's terrifying. I don't ever want to experience that. Who knows if there will even be someone to lean on when that time comes?
Life feels like it becomes a chore, like a clock ticking down while you're stuck waiting for something inevitable.
Low-key, growing old scares me.
Sure, it's a beautiful thing—watching yourself age, seeing the world change. But it's also terrifying.
Sometimes I wish I could meet a vampire to turn me into one. Immortal, unchanging. I wouldn't have to face the fragility of this life, the slow unraveling of it all.