Originally Posted by xero901

Being alone.

overly long and personal post ahead.

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I've almost died from:
- Shock(massive loss of blood, long story)
- Alcohol Poisoning(drank a half gallon of vodka by myself and then passed out on my ex's porch)
- Aspirin OD(stupid idea)
- Drowning

I've come to accept that with the dumbass luck that I carry in life, I'm going to die in the most amazing or embarrassing way. But either way, I'm only afraid of going out alone, without anyone by my side or to be the last one left - no friends, family, anyone.
I specifically remember slowly accepting death while puking blood in the rain on my ex's lawn, thinking: "you know, I've had a good life so far, I'm okay with going out". And then, a few lucky breaks later, I get rushed to instacare, my stomach pumped, and woke up in my bed the next morning.

"It's better to burn out Than to fade away" - Neil Young