Lately I've been thinking about death.
It's a subject that really bothers me, disturbs me.
But It's funny that so far, it's not my death that bugs me, but my parents death.
I feel so bad just thinking about it, that I think I could never manage the pain of letting them go.
I think I'd not be able to accept the fact that I'll never see them again.
And this feeling haunts me, I just can't sleep at night or if i do, I have nightmares.
The fear is so big, that my wish is that I could die first, so I didn't have to deal with the pain.

Yes, I'm a coward..

Anyway.. Nobody's perfect...