I am a person extremely conscious about time, about how volatile and precious it is. I am scared of death, I am scared of growing old and I am scared not to know what is going to happen after we die. This last year just felt like a waste of the little time I have. It brought me to think about death more than has ever happened before. In the last 5 years, I have created a wall around me which helped keeping a balance between my personal life and my emotions, however this balance and this wall have been damaged by the pandemic. Did I make the right choices? Will I ever find true, unconditional happiness? It has been only a year, but a lot could have happened in the meanwhile, without this pandemic. I just want to go.
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