"What would you do if you only had 24 hours to live?"

What the hell would I do? I realised I don't have a fucking goal. Now all I do is rot at home.
I don't alway do my best; I make everyone worry. I'm losing passion for what I wanted to do initially.
I want to spend quality time with family, but I don't know how to. It used to be so easy to tell everything to them but now I'm keeping them all to myself and most of the time I don't even know what is making those tears fall. I'd immerse myself in work, but I get distracted so easily; I won't be as good as them.

I fear death; I don't want to leave my loved ones. I don't want to see them leave me either. But this is part of life. Then sometimes I wonder, why let me live and suffer?
I know I can choose not to feel this way; I can choose to be happy.
I don't know what's stopping me.

What the hell happened to all those thoughts I had earlier.

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