Life is Fragile
In the midst of recent tragedies, it makes one realize how fragile life really is. My friend started asking again about my mental well being, being that I am a INFP—introverted feeling—it is really difficult to explain my feelings. A couple of thoughts jumbled into my head at once. But it all had to do with a realization that “you only live once”is really a thing. Nothing really came out, but I think I have to write down my feelings a bit before I can say I’m done for the day. Every time news of another’s death appeared in my inbox, I am frightened to know how it came to be. I call my mom and tell her, and she’s like “so what?” Her nonchalant response may have been due to many years in the medical industry, but I think those deaths subconsciously affected me. A little perspective on what I’m about to say: I’ve been arguing with my parents over commuting to and from college. I’m slowly becoming afraid of the monster I’ve become. Depression was never real to me until I ent