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[jaw drops]
30: Talk about what turns you off.
I dunno, it immediately puts me off someone if they're rude or obnoxious....?
31: Talk about what you think death is like.
I think it depends on whether you're ready or not. Obviously, most people don't feel ready, and so it must be truly terrifying. I don't see your life flashing before your eyes, but I do imagine that all of your regrets come flooding back; all the things that you wish you had said try to escape your lips, but instead you choke on them, and you choke on the tears, too. I guess it must feel like drowning, whether you actually are or not, because, in the end, we all go the same.
I'd say that if you're prepared and have had this coming for a while, it could feel kind of liberating. After all the anticipation and attempts to come to terms with your fate, it's finally happening, and you don't have to think about it any more. If you've had this coming, which, really, we all do, I imagine you've said everything you need to. Rather than drowning, it sounds like drifting.
I don't believe in anything after death. When you die, you help everything else live; those who are buried feed the worms, who help the plants grow, which sustain us until we're in the ground, too, and the cycle starts all over again.
Death doesn't sound scary to me, but dying does
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
Okay, so I was going to talk about this foresty place I used to frequent, but then I remembered the nights my mom would take me with her to her freinds' houses.They were all in college, and most of them were not only gay, but camp as fuck. All of them were foodies, too, which I didn't really appreciate at the time, but we'd have dinner, and by one am they'd all be pissed. It sounds awful, but I loved it so much. They were all so kind and fun and giggly; it was like having six giant children to play singstar with. I'd be all hyped up on sugar and probably crash out on the couch. The next day we'd sometimes go out for breakfast in Dublin, and, even with their hangovers, they'd dote over me and listen to me rant about mariokart and scouts - whatever my little heart desired.
I realize that this is kinda more of a time, but whenever I revisit their apartments, I get this warm, fuzzy nostalgic feeling that I love so much
33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
It depends, I suppose: if I'm at home and feel like crying over something, I will sob until it's all out of my system. I will think about everything and anything relevant that will make me sad, and I get all of the tears out. Usually that gives me the mental capacity to think rationally about the situation and console myself with the conclusions I come to.
If I'm not at home, I will probably just try not to speak too much, bite the inside of my lip a lot, and grit my teeth. Basically, I force myself to endure it, and when I get home, I'll either be incredibly mopey, or super bitter. Like, how dare you make me feel so shit when I can't let it out. I try to conceal my negative emotions as much as I can, because I know I don't have it as bad as most people, and nobody needs to carry my troubles on top of their own. That being said, I do talk frequently to one of my close friends about these things. We have a veeeeerrrry open relationship, which is weird for both of us, but I guess we just click.It's nice.
34: Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.
I've had things happen to me that required proper medical attention, but I don't really remember the pain, so, as wimpy as it sounds, my foot cramps are the worst. I get these excruuuciating charley horses in my feet, and the really bad ones can easily reduce me to tears.On the floor.Cradling myself.Sometimes while my mom watches on in despair.
According to wikipedia they can last for a whole day, though, so I'm not that badly off
35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
Procrastinating. Obsessing over everything I say. Obsessing in general. Being conscious of my breathing jfc it is so annoying. Doubting myself. Feeling like I'm not good enough to even be near my friends. Being scared that I'll do something wrong and they'll leave me. Freaking out every time I have to speak in class. Thinking about scary shit when I go downstairs in the dark ike gdi kyra what is wrong with youAnd many others
36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
The only thing I can think of is listening to Taylor Swift on occasion
37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
I can't
38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
Um this'd be easier if we were talking about fictional characters.
I think the only reason any song reminds me of a friend is because they sing it constantly or sth so idk
39: Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.
I don't know anything now. I'm p sure that this is the time in my life I will look back at and wish I'd known something.
40: Talk about the end of something in your life.
The ends of friendships always hit me pretty hard. I can't think about them without tears stinging my eyes, no matter what the circumstances of the termination were. For a while I won't be able to think abut them without being bitter, either, but it soon turns to nostalgia and longing. I'm always going to love them dearly, even those I was close with aged 7. I can't detach myself, and I don't particularly want to. So, it's never really over, I suppose.