Do you ever just sit back and think about the fact you’re going to die one day?
Is that weird?
I seem to have been surrounded by an awful lot of death lately and it just sort of makes you think doesn’t it?
Nobody truly knows how long they’ve got left.
I’ve been thinking about all the stuff I’d regret if I died tomorrow, all the stuff I’d wish I’d said, done, seen.
I feel like I’m just existing at the moment like I’m just getting by day by day, I want to stare living, to start doing more stuff, go on more adventures and leave nothing unsaid.
I feel inspired to do more and yet at the same time I’m just like ehhhhh maybe later. Perks of being a manic depressive huh?
I’m just in a really weird mood and thought that maybe if I wrote about it id feel slightly less weird.
I don’t. I don’t feel better at all.
The work I do with my blog is awesome but somehow I still feel like I’m wasting my life.
Blah, what’s the matter with me?!
What do you reckon though guys, shall we go on some adventures?
Sorry for moaning, I just really need to try and get this out of my system..
I’ve written lots of poetry tonight whilst I’ve been thinking about stuff, that’s literally the only good thing to come out of tonight.
I’m sorry that this is such a weird post, I just needed to talk.
Question for you all. If you knew that today was your last day, what would you do differently? Comment down below or tweet me @MissCharlotteEm! xo