1-4-10

One day I'm going to wake up and all the people and things I loved are going to be non-existent. I, like many other people once they come to thinking, thought of this today. I've known this ever since I was little, but for some reason thinking about this now really struck a chord. My grandfather and parents were talking about people and animals that died, and how they died. Those living things played a significant role in their life, and now they're gone.
I really don't want them to die. But they will in time. I don't want to have trouble trying to name childhood friends who are still alive like my grandpa does. Sure, they obviously don't play a big role in his life now, but it means that he's at an age for dying. Really, everybody is at a point for dying. Some die off young and some fight until the end.
I don't even want to think about dying now because I'm too young to become worm food. I'm almost positive that I'll just cease to exist. Oddly, I'm fine with the fact that I'll just become worm food. I just have a feeling that I'll be ready to die when the time comes. If there is a higher power, oh well. I guess I just played my cards wrong didn't I?